The following story is a work of fiction.  This story is intended
for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY.
Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and may involve
consensual or non-consensual sexual acts, which may not be legal
in all localities. Any resemblance to persons either alive or
dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the legal age of
consent in your local
jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, please STOP READING
NOW.

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Unsure (MM oral anal first)
By Egress

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	The room was warm, the lights were dim.  The patter of rain
teased the ears as it splashed gently on the closed windows.  A
candle, burning brightly in the corner, released its scent to
coat the room like a soft vanilla blanket.
	'Relax,' I told myself, forcing myself to open my fingers and
let the blood flow back to the chilled fingertips.  I shifted
against the pillows of the sofa, bringing my eyes away from the
door and back to the television.  The talking head resumed its
worthless babble about happenings so far away while my mind raced
through what might happen right here, as soon as we select our
own course of action.
	I've always been comfortable with Lor.  We met two or three
years ago at a singles group meeting.  Both of us were too brainy
to fit in with the bouncy jocks and beauty queens who were the
ones to hook up there.  We sat back and watched the others make
their moves and evaluated each others abortive attempts to get
better acquainted with the members of the opposite sex.
	We ended up spending a good deal of time together and became
close friends.  I can't even count the number of nights I spent
in this seat as we made jokes about the girls as they bounced
across the screen.  But tonight is palpably different.
	Tonight we were talking about women, as usual.  Comparing those
who we dated, commiserating about how long it has been since
we've had the chance to wake up next to a warm body.  Talk of sex
had been a common thing, so I didn't even blink when he raised
the subject of anal sex.  Sure I'd had a few girls who had gone
for it, and I must say it was a fantastic feeling from my side.
	"I wonder how it was for them," he mused.
	"There's a bunch of guys you could ask downtown.  I think they'd
let you find out for yourself."
	"Yea right.  Why not just inject HIV into my veins directly. 
Curiosity ain't gonna kill this cat."
	"You ever really think about it?"
	"What it feels like?"
	"Yep."
	He thought for a moment.  "Well, actually yes.  Trish, the first
girl I did that way, she hadn't done it before.  We were in
college, so neither of us was all that experienced.  I just lubed
up and pushed up into her.  Only got my head in before it got too
painful for her, so we stopped and never tried it again."
	"Connie, though, she loved anal."  He paused, smiling as he
stared into the past, remembering.  "After a good 5 minute warmup
with fingers or toys she'd jump on my cock.  It was great!  When
she was coming she'd clamp down on my cock so tight...  Man I
miss that!"
	"Yea.  Lisa was tough to get going, but once you were up to
speed she was a real tiger.  Sometimes I wonder how it felt when
I was pushing myself into her, or how she felt as she bounced up
and down ontop of me."
	His eyes were bright as he looked at me.  "MAN is that thought
getting me horny."
	"Me too.  I'd give anything for a decent fuck or even just a
blowjob."
	"Really?"
	I guess I'm really dense.  I completely missed the look in his
eye when he said that, and if there was inflection that should
have warned me, it went right over my head.  But when he started
to lean in close to me I couldn't mistake his intent.  I froze. 
I must have had the 'deer in the headlights' look, and it
embarrassed the hell out of both of us.  He jumped up and ran
into the bathroom.

	While he was away I thought about it.  He was coming on to ME? 
I mean, I'm desperate but...  On the other hand, we're just guys
waiting around for women to finally come around.  Plus, the more
I thought about it, the more curious I was.
	I'd once convinced a girl to go in on a threesome, and she
consented but ONLY if we did it twice; once with two girls and
once with two guys.
	Two girls was awesome.  My girlfriend, Suzi, was seriously bi,
and watching them go after each other was wild.  Then we made a
suck-circle and I got my Suzi off while her friend got me really
hard, then I bounced back and forth between fucking them; a few
strokes here, a few there while they were kissing and playing
with each other's tits.  I ended up on my back with her friend on
my face and Suzi riding me until I came in buckets.  Then they
kept after each other until they both passed out.  Waking up in a
pile of soft bodies has to be one of my favorite memories of all
time.
	The two guy thing was a bit more uncomfortable.  We were both
dying to get into her, but the other guy and I didn't touch any
more than we had to.  I spent the next month trying to figure out
what kind of contact is OK, and what is not.  I ended up with the
solution that it's all OK if I don't end up wanting men.
	Associating men with sex, I deduced, is what separates gay from
straight.  Since I only beat off to pictures and thoughts of
women, I guess I'm as streight as an arrow.
	But if that is all that separates us, then what is the big deal?
 I spent a long time thinking about that.  Especially when I
remembered standing naked next to the other guy, her hand on my
dick, her mouth occupied with his.  More thought brought me to
the decision that the problem with homosexuality was the
lifestyle, not the people.  I'm just not gay because I want to
sink into soft, female flesh, not hairy boys.  That took a while
to sink in.
	Now I'm comfortable with myself as a heterosexual, and Lor wants
to play the other team.  I can't help remembering the feeling of
Suzi's hand on my dick as I watched her swallow the other guy's
dick.  What did it taste like, I wonder.  And since it's just for
curiosity and to deal with my semi-perminant hardon, would it be
such a big deal?
	Wait, says a voice in my head.  I can't un-do something like
that.  Once I fool around with a guy, I'm a bi.  But am I? 
Another voice asks if it be such a big thing?  If a girl plays
lesbian once, then goes hetero, what's the big deal?
	I get up and pace a bit as the thoughts bounce around in my
mind.  Decisions, decisions!  Should I take him up on it, is it
wrong to do so, is it just wrong with him?  Do I have reasons to
say no?  To say yes?  Is this how girls feel when I proposition
them???
	When Lor returns from the bathroom I'm standing in the corner. 
He looks like he hit me with a baseball bat by mistake.  I take a
breath and sit down next to him.
	"Look I'm sorry," he begins.
	"It's no big deal," I say.
	"No, really, it was a dumb idea.  I've been reading too much
stuff on alt.sex.stories.  People don't really act that way.  And
I should have been more observant.  I should have talked to you
about it before trying anything.  I'm such an asshole.  I really
hope you..."
	I interrupt his tirade.  "Cut it out.  I was just suprised is
all.  And I've never played with that kind of thing."  I told him
about Suzi and how I really didn't hate the idea, but I wasn't
really sure.
	We talked about perceptions and how we both wanted a simple,
"Normal" lifestyle with a wife and kids, but that would have to
wait for later, since the women were so hard to find.  I was
suprised to find out that he hadn't really had any homosexual
experience either.  He had been thinking for some time that the
reason that he couldn't find a girl was that he was really gay,
and that maybe I was in the same boat too.
	"Besides," he said as he placed a hand on my shoulder, "you are
really what I like in a human being.  I figured that if we ended
up together we'd have more in common than matching body parts." 
I had to smile at that.  He squeezed my shoulder, then gave me a
wiseass look.  "So, did you want to run away screaming?"
	I couldn't help grinning.  Then it happened.
	His hand came forwards slowly.  I couldn't help watching in
facination as he unbuttoned my shirt, one button at a time.  When
he hit the last button I snapped out of my reverie and started to
unbutton his shirt, but about three quarters of the way down he
finished loosening my jeans and stood up.  I followed him up,
trying to quickly finish with the buttons as he took off my shirt
and dropped my pants, pushing my boxers down.  I kicked off my
shoes as I pulled off his shirt, but before I could get to his
pants he pushed me, naked, onto the couch.
	"This is great," he said as he kneeled down in front of me,
stroking my chest and gently tweaking my nipples.  His hands
roamed over my chest and six-pack stomach, ending up in my lap. 
Now I'm not the biggest of men; my penis is only about 6 1/2
inches long, but I'll swear my dick was an inch longer.  The last
time I was this excited was the moment I realized that I was
going to loose my virginity.  There was so much adrenaline
rushing through my system that I couldn't stop shaking.
	Maybe it was because I was doing something new and different, or
perhaps it was because it had been so long, but when his hand
softly closed around it I felt a shock from my head to my feet,
and I moaned softly.  He started to pump my cock slowly in his
right hand, a bit awkwardly at first, then he paused as he leaned
forwards and gave my nipple a suck, then a nibble.
	"Yessssss" escaped my lips, then he bent downwards.
	He paused a moment, his thumb running along the sensitive bottom
of my dick-head, squeezing rythmically.  I could just see his
face as he watched the pre-cum squeeze out of the little slit. 
His thumb ran up to gather it, then spread it around the bottom
half of the head, his slick contact making me groan.
	More pre-cum followed as he slowly rubbed up, down and around. 
He began to take longer strokes with his hand, bringing his
finger over the top of my cock and smearing the pre-cum all
around.  I tend to produce a good bit of the stuff; I don't know
if all men do or if its a result of masturbating five or six
times a day for so many years.  I loved the feel of it and was
almost going to shut my eyes to enjoy the sensations further when
he began to lower his head and stuck out his tongue.
	With a quick flick, followed by a longer lick, he tasted the
sweet start of my excitement.  His hand slid down to circle the
base of my shaft as he took my dick into his mouth, a little at a
time, licking and sucking as he came.  I felt my cock touch the
back of his mouth after he had taken only half of it, and he
began to pump up and back.
	After a minute or so of this treatment he pulled up and sucked
on the head, rolling his tongue over the sensitive organ.  I was
getting close, being that it had been so long since I came last,
and I was beginning to pant, my toes grasping at the rug.
	He looked up at me and the look of desire in his eyes almost
sent me over the edge, but before I hit the point of no return he
pulled off of my dick and started to suck the side of the shaft,
running his tongue along the underside.  He reached up with his
left hand and pushed me over on my side and I complied, pulling
my feet up onto the couch.
	My dick sprang free for a moment, but he grasped it gently in
his right hand again, every second stroke or so bringing his
finger over the top of my cock, spreading more of my squishy
juices as he did so.  The sensations were still wonderful, but
control was returning as I lay there, my feet together on the
couch, one knee along the seat, the other raised along the back.
	He sucked on my nipples again, adding little points of light
that danced before my eyes.  When he started to suck on my cock
again the spots became brighter.  Up and down went his head, his
hand pumping along.  From time to time he'd bring his finger
across.  The smoothness of his finger after his rough tongue was
a beautiful shock, shaking me to the core.
	Then I felt him let go of my cock with his hand.  The warmth of
his palm made its way across my lowered thigh.  Slowly, lightly,
I felt his finger, wet with saliva and pre-cum, touch my
ass-hole.  Little circles he drew as his tongue duplicated the
motion on my dick head, then he gobbled deeper as his finger
pressed at my virgin opening.
	I inhaled, closing my anus against the intrusion, and as his
mouth pulled back, so did his pressure.  Again his tongue looped
around my cock as his finger massaged the perimiter of my anus,
and when he pushed forwards with his head and finger he was
rebuffed by my tightened sphincter.
	Back again, bringing me disconcertingly close to orgasm as his
tongue flew in magical shapes around my cock, but as he pushed
inwards this time he made some small progress as half of a digit
pushed its greasy way into my body.
	Looking up at my stunned face, Lor let my rock-hard dick slide
from his lips and grinned as he wiggled his fingertip in the
entrance to my ass.  Then with agonizing slowness he pushed his
finger up into me.  I never knew that my anus was so sensitive; I
could feel the shape of his finger as it bulged around each
knuckle, the roughness of the pad of the fingertip, the
smoothness of the nail.  I lay there amazed as he pumped in and
out, my asshole gripping at his finger of its own when his motion
would get to fast.
	I closed my eyes and let out a moan.  The feeling was amazing. 
Then his mouth returned to my engorged prick and he began to suck
hard as his head bounced up and down between my legs, all the
while thrusting in my ass with his finger.
	"That's so good," I said.
	"Ohhh."  I was so close.
	"Ohhh no."
	"NooooOOOOO!"  Power seemed to shoot from the universe to fill
my body as I came, bucking hard into his face, clamping down on
his finger.  The second load of cum felt like it had been pulled
up from my toes.  I shook as the third and fourth followed, but
still he held me, sucking it down and pulling more.  My body
continued to spasm as he pulled more from me than I ever thought
I had, and when he finally stopped I was exhausted and drained
both physically and mentally.  I lay on the couch blinking at the
stars that clouded my vision as he pulled his finger out of my
asshole.
	"Wow," I said, dazed.  "That was intense.  What the hell did you
do to me?  I can barely breathe!"
	"It was wild from this side too.  Man, you came hard.  Do you
always cum like that?  You must have had a gallon of cum too."
	"I... I dunno.  Whough."  I sat back up on the chair, clutching
my knees to my chest to keep from shaking.  Lor went off to wash
off while I calmed down.  My stomach was sending me wierd
signals; maybe it was the anal intrusion, but I think I may have
to go to the bathroom.  I go there as soon as Lor returns.  I
still have a bit of an endorphin buzz from that orgasm when I
return to find Lor nude on the couch, sitting with his hands
across the back and his legs spread.
	Without a word I kneel between his legs and take his soft cock
into my mouth.  Two hours ago I would never have thought that I'd
do such a thing, but the soft texture is wild, and I think I like
his scent as I press my face against his pubic bone.  I run my
tongue around the flacid tube and it jumps as blood begins to
fill it.  I suck hard, feeling it extend in my mouth, filling my
mouth and pushing me back from the base.  I pull back and suck on
just the head as my hand snakes down to clasp his balls.  They
feel a bit bigger than mine; heavier beneath their hairy cover.
	The flavors in my mouth change and I realize that I've just
tasted a drop of pre-cum.  I pull back and pump on his dick with
my right hand, milking a drop of the clear fluid.  I can't take
my eyes off of his dick.  It's now mostly hard, about as long as
mine, perhaps a bit broader, but not much.  I curl my tongue out
to lick the pre-come from its place at the slit, savoring it as I
roll the thick liquid about my mouth.  Then I reach forwards and
suck him in again, licking underneath as I decend.
	How do I make it last for him, I wonder to myself as I bob my
head on his cock.  It was so good for me, I want him to have fun
with it too.  I speed up for a few strokes, then pull off to lick
at the tip.  Back down slowly, feeling his pulse through his
penis, and then back up.  Slow and smooth, then fast, then lick.
I know I'm getting to him; his hands, which have migrated from
the couch to the back of my head are getting more insistant,
pulling me back onto his prick.
	Why not.  Slow and deep I go, only getting four inches or so
into my mouth before it hits the back of my mouth.  He keeps
pulling though.
	"More," he moans.
	I try to relax, but after about an additional half inch my
gag-reflex takes over and I have to pull back.  "Sorry," I say,
looking down at the monster before me, which is now at full
attention, hard as iron and a good bit longer than mine, though
only a tad thicker.  I drop down on it again, and after a few
more short strokes I try to take it deeply again.  I steel myself
for the reflex, but I still can't go past about 4 inches.  Back
again, then I go forward as best as I can, getting to about 5
inches, but the reflex hits me so hard I have to pull off of him
again.
	"I just can't," I say, resting against his knee and gasping for
breath and control.
	"Relax, man.  It's no big deal."  I look up at him and he
smirks.   "Why not come up here and sit for a moment?"  He
extends his arms and pulls me up, aiming for the seat beside him,
but instead of the couch I land on his lap, his cock trapped
between his stomach and my back.  I grind into it and he moans.
	"Keep that up and I'm going to end up fucking you," he says.
	"That's the idea."
	He reaches over to his pants and pulls out a small red tube. 
"Flavored body lube.  I was hoping, but didn't really think we'd
do this."
	I lean forwards and peer between my legs, just able to watch as
he liberally annonts his dick with the stuff, then adds a glob
onto my asshole.  I reach back and hold myself up on his legs,
slowly lowering myself on the slick member.  As his head touches
my anus I stop.  He feels as big as a soda can, and I am worried
that I may have taken on more than I can manage, but I have to
give it a try.  I want to give it a try.  I don't really know how
I got here, but my lust for sex fills my gut and the tingle of
adrenaline runs from my stomach, through my slowly hardening dick
and down through my legs.
	Slowly I let myself move downwards and I feel the head of his
dick stretch me open.  It hurts as the skin stretches, and I hope
I am not tearing my poor asshole.  Now the skin-pain is
accompanied by a muscular cramp as my sphincter tries to clamp
down on the invader even though my mind is telling it to open up.
 After pressing down a few times I finally get it to relax enough
to let him in, and I can feel the ridge around the head as it
passes into me.  I drop down a bit farther.  Ouch!  My sphincter
isn't happy about letting anything up in there!
	I pause, feeling my anus squeeze and relax on its own like an
angry drum beat.  I push back upwards, sliding him out again
until only the tip of his dick is in me, then relax as he
penetrates me again, and the pain is far less.  I push up almost
too far and feel the tip of his penis as it leaves me, just
touching the outside of my asshole.  The feelings are intense as
I slowly let him back in.
	I begin to bounce up and down, only letting in the inch or so
until the lube has let the skin of my anus relax, and the muscles
have relaxed too.  I feel the pulse of both our hearts through my
asshole as it squeezes his iron-hard dick.
	My arms are tiring from the efforts, so I let myself slip
farther down his slick pole, grunting at the stretching feeling
as he opens me up.  Finally, after what seems an eternity, his
legs begin to support my weight as I reach the lowest point our
position will allow.  I sit in his lap for a moment, letting my
insides adjust to the thick invading member as he reaches around
me, holding me tightly.
	After a moment passes, he lifts at my legs; not really enough to
lift me up, but I get the idea.  I raise up a bit, then sit back
down.  The sensation is great.  I lean forwards and put my hands
on my knees, and bounce my ass up and down to the tune of his
groans.  Then I pull up a bit too much and he falls out of me. 
It looked a whole lot easier in the movies.
	It's easier getting him back in, and I go for a bit longer,
though the strain on my legs is getting rough and he falls out
again.  Starting again I lift up and down, but after a few
moments my legs are really burning.  I'm sweating profusely, and
I need a break.  I sit back in his lap and feel his cock deep
inside again.
	"You need a break," he says.  "Why not relax a bit."  He pats
the seat next to him.  I start to move onto the seat, but he
turns me face forward, and I realize his intentions.
	I kneel on the floor, my face in the seat and he comes in behind
me, sliding into me easily.  Somehow he is in me more deeply in
this position, and once again I groan at the sensation of
fullness.  His motions start slow, but speed up with time.  The
blood fills my cock as he looses his rythm at the brink of
orgasm, his legs smacking my ass harder as he pulls me onto his
tugid member.
	I feel him swell, thicker against the sensitive, stretched skin
of my anus, pull out almost all of the way, then reverse to fill
me completely as he groans, holding me tightly.  I feel the pulse
of his orgasm as he shoots his seed deep into my bowels, again
and then a third, then he collapses, sweaty and drained across my
back.
	"Wow.  That was cool."
	"Yeah."
	"Did it hurt?"
	"Not really."
	"Should I pull out?"
	"Well..."  I thought about it.  I should feel revulsed...
shouldn't I?  But it felt good.  Though I could tell by the
shrinking feeling back there that the question would be moot in a
moment anyway.  Before I could answer he fell out, along with a
bit of his cum.
	He passed me a couple of tissues.  "Wait there a sec," he said,
and stumbled off drunkenly to the bathroom.  I wiped the slimy
stuff off of my leg, then up my ass, which I was embarrased to
find was less than sparklingly clean.
	He returned with a washcloth and towel.  I wiped myself down and
dried off a bit, but more was leaking out, though slowly.  I sat
on the towel on the rug.
	"I have to do that again," he said.
	"Could we wait a bit?  I think I might get a bit sore."
	He laughed.  "Not today.  But soon."  His hand stroked down my
chest and stomach and began to stroke my semi-erect cock.  I
couldn't believe it came to life so quickly.  His arm was on the
sofa behind my head, and I leaned back on it and moaned in
appreciation.  I closed my eyes and let the sensations run
rampant through my body.
	This was great.  Breath was getting harder as it came close, and
my nostrils flared as I breathed through them.  Then his mouth
was on mine.  Startled, I opened my mouth as his tongue licked at
me, then thrust deep into me.  I took it gently and caressed it
as it strongly thrust into me, tasting my every crevice.
	I came as his kiss relaxed, spurting mightily on myself and the
towel, his strokes now slow and slick from my cum.  Spent, I lay
my head on his arm as sticky fluids seeped from me front and
back.
	Life is full of uncertainty.  Before I was unsure if I should
follow this path.  Now I'm unsure how to proceed.  But all will
be clear in time.
