17 comments/ 83199 views/ 27 favorites A Casual Pick Up By: Otazel It was around nine-thirty on a warm late summer's evening and Jasper was walking back home alone through the park, just vaguely feeling the effects of the several beers he'd drunk while he waited for a date who had never materialised. He wasn't used to being stood up, in fact this was only the second time it had ever happened to him. But then every time he looked in the mirror he could see why. Jasper was twenty-two, around five seven tall, weighed just a sliver more than a wet dishcloth and was blessed with straight, mousy brown hair and spots. To top that off, he had been lumbered with a name that he hated. The reason he was never stood up was because he so very rarely got up the courage to ask a girl out. He wasn't a virgin, there are girls who like the timid kind of man, but he was never going to be stud of the month either. There were many things he still wanted to try in bed if he ever got the chance, but it wasn't going to be tonight. Instead he would head off to bed and wank, again. But before that could happen he had another more urgent use for his cock, and a diversion to the public toilets at the back of the park was needed. The beers were finding their way through his system. The sun was setting and the park was not busy, so Jasper was a little surprised that two men already stood at the urinals, taking up the outer two of the four stalls and so forcing Jasper to stand beside one or the other of them. He wasn't too comfortable with this idea, he liked to keep a clear space between himself and anyone else while he was peeing, but needs must and he couldn't wait. He stood there, unzipped, and took out his cock, being sure to hide it under his strategically curved palm and carefully directing his gaze down at what he was doing. There is an unwritten rule for using men's public toilets, learned at a very early age, that says that under no circumstances do you look in the direction of a neighbour, and so Jasper consciously ignored the man he stood next to. He was far too busy directing his own flow down into the channel in any case. At the other end the man sighed, zipped himself up, gave his hands a perfunctory rinse and departed, leaving just Jasper and his neighbour. It was too late and too obvious now for Jasper to move along the row, and so he stood there, gradually emptying his very full bladder and carefully staring anywhere but at the man next to him. After a minute or so, when his own flow began to show signs of abating, Jasper wondered why his neighbour was still peeing, and it suddenly dawned on him that he had seen no flow of urine running along the channel in front of him from next door. If he wasn't peeing, then what was he doing? Jasper risked a quick peek in the man's direction. His neighbour had an erection and he was masturbating. Not the frantic, hands flying kind of masturbation designed to make you cum right away, but the slow, sexy fondling and stroking that just brings that wonderful erotic pleasure – you know, the kind of thing you do while watching your girlfriend undress. The man was older than Jasper, maybe early thirties, tall, well built, handsomely blond and very smartly dressed in suit and tie, not the sort of person he would have expected to be masturbating in a toilet. Jasper was, to put it mildly, shocked beyond belief. His eyes automatically shot from the man's cock to his face and then, when he saw the man watching him from the corner of his eye, back down to his own cock where the flow was slowing. He didn't know what to do. The man was obviously aware that he had been seen, and he obviously didn't mind. In fact, Jasper suddenly realised, it was a deliberate display, though he had no idea why. He wondered if he should move away, but didn't want to seem chicken, and then he wondered if he should say something, but he knew his voice would come out in that ridiculous panicky squeak he had when he was feeling nervous. In the end he did what he tended to do – try to ignore what was going on. He stood waiting for his bladder to signal empty, wanting to get away from this embarrassing situation, but his eyes were drawn and he couldn't resist glancing down to where he man was still openly playing with his cock. "You can look if you like. I don't mind." The sudden quiet voice made Jasper's eyes jerk back to watching himself, but once again his eyes were soon drawn back to his neighbour. The man had now turned slightly, making it easier for Jasper to see him, and his cock seemed harder than ever. It was, Jasper had to admit, a nice cock, if there are such things, long and pale, with a fully circumcised head, and lacking both hair and veins along the length of a wide and very smooth shaft. He couldn't stop watching, his eyes seemed pinned to the man's hand as it ran slowly and seductively back and forth along his shaft, taking the looseness of his skin with it. "Do you like it?" The words were spoken in little more than a gentle whisper, Jasper nodded mutely, unable to speak and unable to tear his eyes away. "You can touch it if you want to." Jasper's mouth was suddenly dry and his heart was beginning to pound in his chest, but he found his hand tentatively reaching out towards the other man as if drawn by magnets. His fingers made contact, surprising Jasper with the warmth of the hard shaft. The man lifted his hand away to allow Jasper to hesitantly wrap his fingers around another man's cock. "That's it, stroke it for me." As if hypnotised, Jasper's fingers began of their own volition to run along the man's shaft, stroking it softly, gently, barely touching. In his head his mind was screaming, asking him what he thought he was doing, why he didn't stop, run away, thump the man - anything but play with this strange man. But Jasper was naturally passive and could do nothing except follow the other man's instruction, and get a strange kind of pleasure from complying. His bladder was now empty and his cock lay limply in his other hand, but Jasper felt unable to put it away, even though it simply hung, flaccid and unemployed. For some reason he felt constrained to leave it out and he just held it between two fingers, getting a weird kind of adrenalin rush by keeping it in full view of the man now gazing down at it. He stroked the stranger's cock, wondering why he was doing it, but mentally comparing its warm, hard feel with his own limpness. Bizarrely, he felt he was letting the man down by not having an erection himself. Footsteps sounded in the short entrance passageway and Jasper instinctively released the other man's cock and faced to the front, seeing from the corner of his eye that his companion was doing the same, trying to at least look as though they were engaged in the normal business of urinating. A middle-aged man came in to take up position at the far end of the urinals, a sudden splashing sound telling of his proper use for the place. The sound of the newcomer urinating, a sound that seemed unnaturally loud to Jasper's ears, was the only noise to be heard as he and his blond companion stood still, waiting for the third man to finish. Even the sound of his final spurts seemed to echo around the building, before the man shook himself, rezipped his trousers and left, giving the two remaining men a dark suspicious look over his shoulder. On their own once more, the blond man turned back to face Jasper, silently nodding and indicating downwards with his eyes for Jasper to touch him for again. For a second time Jasper found it impossible not to comply, and his hand, seemingly of its own free will, reached out to grasp the stranger's cock. "That's nice, isn't it?" Jasper nodded, knowing that he should be repelled but instead finding the contact strangely exciting. He began to run his fingers along the man's shaft and around the head, exploring the texture of the skin beneath his fingers. His heart was still pounding, but as much with apprehensive excitement as with fear, and his mouth was no longer quite as parched as before. "Yes, it's nice." He managed to whisper finally. Voices warned of others approaching and Jasper released his hold, snatching his hand away before their behaviour was discovered. The older man rolled his eyes skywards in frustration and, stuffing his cock hastily back into his pants, motioned towards the doorway, signalling that they should leave. Jasper hurriedly put his own limp cock back and followed, the two of them passing a trio of youths on their way in, the thought of being caught by those three making Jasper's heart jump into his mouth. It wasn't until he was back in the park standing beside the stranger that he wondered to himself why he hadn't just stayed where he was and let the other man leave alone. Even now it wasn't too late, the sun had gone down and he could easily outrun the other man in the twilight, especially through a park he knew well. But he knew that he was too passive, too timid to do any such thing. "Come on, my car's over there. We can go back to my place." Jasper nodded consent and followed towards the car park, not quite knowing what he had let himself in for, but accepting whatever it was simply because he didn't know what else to do. "What's your name?" The man asked. "Jaz." He replied, giving the shortened version that he preferred. The man smiled, his teeth clear in the semi darkness. "Hello Jaz, I'm Paul." The car turned out to be an almost new saloon and much more luxurious than Jasper was used to, and he wondered again what a man like Paul was doing in such an out of the way set of toilets. They settled themselves in the comfortable leather seats and Paul started the engine, but before driving away he looked silently across at Jasper for a moment and then reached over, placing his hand firmly on Jasper's thigh. Jasper tensed and stared straight ahead, guessing what was coming but unsure how to react. The hand wandered along the length of his thigh, getting ever closer to the top, to its target, until eventually, seeing that he was not actively objecting, Paul placed his hand on Jasper's crotch, fondling and handling the younger man's cock. Once again Jasper felt apprehension tinged with excitement and he felt himself allowing his legs to fall open, knowing that was what Paul wanted. Unexpectedly he found that he didn't mind the man touching him, he even welcomed the attention in a strange kind of way. It was almost pleasant, although he felt not at all aroused. Paul was watching him intently, even without looking Jasper could feel his eyes boring into him, searching for any reaction as he fondled the young man's genitals. Suddenly he was fumbling with Jasper's zip, trying to pull it down and gain entry. Automatically Jasper moved to make the task easier, feeling rather than hearing the faint buzz of the zip descending. Paul's fingers found their way in, wriggling through his clothing and into his underpants, searching for and then finding Jasper's cock. Jasper gasped as Paul's cool fingers worked his cock free of his trousers and he looked down to where another man was now playing openly with him. His cock was still soft, but he could tell it was about to respond to being touched, and even as he watched it started to fill out, slowly and jerkily coming to attention. "That's better." Paul told him, his hand now stroking up and down Jasper's rapidly hardening shaft. "Do you like that?" Jasper nodded again. There was no denying it, the feel of Paul's hand on him was nice, was pleasurable, and was having more effect then Jasper would have thought possible. "Good." Paul smiled at him. "Then put it away until we get in, and then we can do a bit more, can't we?" Jasper said nothing, his eyes flicking sideways to where Paul was putting the car into gear and getting ready to drive away. Part relieved and part disappointed he shoved his erection back into his trousers, his mind in turmoil from his unexpectedly positive reaction to being touched by another man. The short drive was spent in silence, Paul occasionally glancing across and, if he caught Jasper's eye, smiling encouragingly, and Jasper simply staring straight ahead unless he sensed Paul's gaze upon him. He was partly reassured by Paul's friendly smiles, but still very apprehensive as to what might await him. That apprehension was multiplied when Paul thumbed the garage open by remote and drove straight in, the door closing behind him to make Jasper feel something like a fly in a web. Paul's home was a large single room 'loft apartment' over the top floor of the building, very modern, very minimalist and very clean, the kitchen area all stainless steel at one end of the space and the sumptuous double bed on a raised dais draped in white and gold at the other. In between, a grey leather suite and large glass dining table were the main features of the living area, the table surrounded by tall backed grey leather chairs to match the suite. It was, by any standards, a luxury home for a single man. At Paul's request Jasper left his shoes just inside the entrance with his host's and walked in stocking feet over a deep pile white carpet. "Beer, Jaz?" Paul asked, heading for the head high fridge. "Thank you." Jasper was standing gazing about in awe at his surroundings. Paul returned, placing two cans on a small glass-topped coffee table by end of the sofa, before coming to stand directly in front of Jasper. "It's your first time with a man, isn't it?" Jasper nodded, looking silently at his feet, unable to look Paul in the eye. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." Paul chucked Jasper under the chin to make him look up. "And if ever you want us to stop, I promise you a ride back to the park, no questions asked." There it was. Any lingering doubts that Jasper had harboured about Paul's motives were now gone. In his heart Jasper had always known that Paul was a gay man on the pick-up, but he had just not permitted his mind to accept the idea, even when Paul had played with him in the car. Now he was faced with his biggest decision. Should he go through with whatever Paul had in mind, or should he demand to be returned to the park – and did he have the nerve for either? He was still prevaricating, still trying to get a decision made, when Paul reached forward and felt for his still semi-erect cock through his trousers. In a childish way he was glad that Paul had made the choice for him. His cock responded to Paul's touch, trying unsuccessfully to uncurl inside the confines of his clothing. For a few minutes Paul fondled him through his trousers, but then he began pulling his tee-shirt out of the top of his pants and Jasper knew that he was going to undress him. Paul efficiently stripped away Jasper's clothing until he was dressed in just the black boxer shorts that he had thought to impress his date with, if the chance had arisen. Instead Jasper found himself in the presence of a strange man, a gay man, who was clearly after his body. It was close to the moment of truth and he trembled visibly at the thought of what might happen. "Don't be frightened, Jaz." Paul's voice was still soft and comforting. "We won't do anything you won't enjoy, and if you want us to stop, we will, I promise." Paul put his arms around Jasper, holding him close and stroking his bare back gently until the trembling stopped. To Jasper the action was confusing, part of him saying that he shouldn't be almost naked in the embrace of another man, and part of him taking comfort from the affectionate attention. He knew intuitively that Paul meant him no physical harm, what had worried Jasper was taking part in possibly gay activities, but Paul's promise to stop took away the worst of those fears. He looked up at Paul and forced a smile. "I'm all right now, honest." "I knew you would be." Paul told him, standing back to begin to remove his own clothes. Paul took off his shirt and tie to reveal a strong, fit man, his broad chest scattered with blond hair and his stomach sporting a well defined six pack. Jasper watched, wishing that he had that kind of body instead of the puny frame he was cursed with. "A lot of hours in the gym." Paul smiled in answer to Jasper's unasked question as he lowered his trousers. Paul's designer underwear was in keeping with everything else about him, smart, stylish and understated, and it made Jasper feel even more out of his depth. How such a man could want to spend time with him he had no explanation, but he felt faintly grateful without having any idea why. "Together, Jaz?" A smiling Paul asked Jasper, his fingers tucked into the waistband of his shorts ready to remove them. "Together." Jasper agreed, still slightly uneasy but feeling far less embarrassed than he thought he should. A count of three, a simultaneous stoop, a little hopping on one leg, and both men stood up to face each other completely naked. Jasper's gaze was immediately drawn to Paul's rock hard cock, standing proud, straight and smooth from a nest of light brown curly hair. His own cock was only semi-erect and, he thought, looked far less attractive with its straggle of hairs climbing part way along its length. Suddenly he realised that Paul shaved his shaft, and instantly understood why. Paul took a pace forward and opened his arms, inviting Jasper into his embrace. For a moment Jasper hesitated, very mindful of his own and Paul's nudity, and nervous of the naked contact. "Come to me." Paul encouraged him. Hesitating only a second or so longer, Jasper moved into the arc of Paul's arms, shivering slightly as they closed around him and Paul pulled him close. Jasper was instantly conscious of Paul's cock pressing hard and warm against the flesh of his stomach and of his own resting at the top of Paul's thigh, but somehow it didn't seem at all out of place and he relaxed a little, his own arms going around Paul's shoulders to make the embrace mutual. "That's better." The words whispered into Jasper's ear were followed by Paul's lips planting soft kisses around Jasper's neck in an unexpected and slightly unnerving display of affection. He wasn't quite sure how to react, his mind told him that it was wrong for a man to kiss a man, but his body quivered from the delicious sensations, and he stood tamely in Paul's arms. Paul sighed into Jasper's neck and his hands began stroking his back, at first moving softly up and down his spine, the thrill of the touch and a lingering apprehension making Jasper's heart pound afresh. But then Paul's touch became more insistent, one hand flat on the small of Jasper's back, holding him tight, while the other moved lower, cupping his bottom and exploring between his cheeks, squeezing and manipulating the soft flesh pf his buttocks. He felt Paul's cock press harder against his stomach, reminding him of its presence and causing his own cock to fill out and stand proud, pressed between the two men. Apprehension was replaced by anticipation as Jasper allowed himself to look forward to the inevitable. Paul's fingers were deep between Jasper's buttocks and he felt the tips brush over his anus, making his gasp at the intimate contact. The fingertips returned, probing lightly, exploring, and seeking, while all the while little kisses were showered on Jasper's neck and throat. He couldn't resist, his arms around Paul's shoulders pulled the older man towards him in unspoken approval, and his head tilted back as an invitation for more of those warmly stimulating kisses. Paul's breathing was becoming more rapid and there were tiny pleasure noises now between the kisses. "Touch me." Paul pulled himself back to arms length so that he could look Jasper in the face and to leave a gap between their bodies. "Touch me." He repeated, in an urgent whisper. Jasper reached between them, his fingers fastening unhesitatingly around Paul's fully aroused cock, feeling the warmth now as heat and the hardness as complete rigidity. Both men groaned very quietly as Jasper ran his hand along Paul's shaft, squeezing it gently in his palm, Paul's eyes closing briefly from the intensity of the sensation. Encouraged, Jasper started to masturbate Paul, steadily and softly pumping his hand up and down the firm shaft. A Casual Pick Up For a minute or so Paul stood in front of Jasper, his hands resting on the younger man's shoulders, just soaking up the sensation, but then he reached down to take hold of Jasper's cock also, so that they each fondled the other's cock while looking directly into each others eyes. From that position it was predictable what happened next. Paul leaned forward and placed his mouth over Jasper's, his tongue probing for admission between Jasper's lips. Briefly Jasper baulked at the thought of a full-on man to man kiss and kept his mouth closed, but Paul's tongue was persistent and finally Jasper relented, parting his lips and allowing him access. Once he had accepted the idea Jasper found that kissing Paul was little different to kissing one of his infrequent girlfriends and he let himself enjoy it. The two men stood kissing and fondling for several minutes, hands running along cocks or reaching lower to cup each other's balls, and each occasionally groaning their pleasure or gasping from a suddenly intense feeling. Jasper's inhibitions had almost completely gone, he was fully involved now, taking and giving pleasure as willingly as Paul. He was eager too, wanting to know where it might lead, and what things would be like, waiting for Paul to lead him. Paul was only to willing to lead, he had seen Jasper in the toilets and, besides taking a fancy to the waiflike young man, he had realised that here was someone who, given the chance, would respond to his advances. Now, having confirmed his belief, it was down to him to make the running. He backed away just slightly and pressed down with the hand still resting on Jasper's shoulder, making Jasper look at him in confused uncertainty. "Kneel down." He told him quietly, waiting silently until Jasper was on his knees before continuing. "Suck me, please Jaz." Jasper had expected this moment, but he hadn't been too sure how he would cope with it. Now it had come he realised that he didn't mind at all, he wanted to try a cock in his mouth. He looked at the erect cock in front of him, reached out with one hand to hold it steady and then leaned forward, opening his mouth and putting out his tongue to lick the end, his first taste of 'man meat'. Paul sighed with satisfaction as Jasper's tongue licked around the head of his cock. Jasper had sometimes wondered what a cock would be like to taste. He hadn't known what to expect, but Paul's cock was 'nice'. That was the only way to describe it. It was warm, firm, and tasteless, not at all wet or unpleasant, just 'nice'. He opened his mouth further and leaned forward a little more to engulf the head, his inexperience making him cautious. There was no way Jasper could take the entire length of Paul's cock, even the head seemed to fill his mouth completely, but he pushed his lips down the shaft as far as he could without gagging, sucking hard and running his tongue all over the tip and glans, and at the same time began wanking Paul with his hand. Paul placed a restraining hand at the back of Jasper's head and groaned loudly, hoping and praying that Jasper would not pull away when he came. He didn't know, but that decision had just been made. Jasper already knew what cum tasted like, he had wanked into his own hand on more than one occasion and then licked up his own spunk, so his only reservation was about his ability to swallow Paul's entire load. He guessed, quite rightly, that Paul had been feeling horny all day and was likely to shoot a very large wad. In one way that excited him, but he didn't want to let Paul down by choking on it. He would just do the best he could. He could tell it was not likely to be long either, because Paul was already trying to control the instinctive and involuntary little thrusts that often precede a climax, and his breathing was turning into quick little breaths. Jasper stopped moving his lips along Paul's shaft and just held the head in his mouth, running his tongue over and round, tasting the first drops of pre-cum while his hand pumped more vigorously in his effort to make Paul cum. "Oh God, you're fucking good." Paul gasped, suddenly changing his mind. "For Christ's sake stop before I shoot my load." Jasper stopped and looked up, bewildered, his hand still wrapped around Paul's shaft. He had expected to wank and suck Paul until he had cum in his mouth, and this sudden stop had thrown him. "I want to get more comfortable before we go too far." Paul explained, not really clarifying things at all. Jasper still looked mystified at the abrupt change of events, until Paul pulled away and moved towards the bed, signalling for Jasper to join him. They settled side by side and Jasper made to carry on from where he left off, assuming that was what was wanted, but Paul pushed him firmly onto his back, his hand going out to Jasper's cock. "My turn, don't you think?" The question was clearly rhetorical. Paul's touch was much firmer than Jasper's had been, a steady up and down pumping along the whole length of his cock, pushing down into the root of his shaft as well as stretching his foreskin right over the very tip. Jasper wondered if he was being shown how Paul liked it and told himself to remember for next time. Perhaps, he thought, that is why Paul had taken over. Whichever way Paul liked to be touched, Jasper would settle for what was being done to him at that moment. Jasper took a long easy breath in and sighed with contentment, letting himself relax back and enjoy Paul's attentions, the feel of a stranger's hand wrapped around him beginning to feel almost normal. Never in a million years when he left home that night would he have expected to be lying on the most sumptuous bed being wanked by another man, but it just goes to show, he told himself. He hoped vaguely that Paul might suck him too, as he had been asked to do. He had never yet had a mouth around his cock, male or female, and it was high on his 'to do' list, but Paul had propped himself on one elbow looking down at him, and seemed content to play. Not that Jasper minded, the feel of Paul's fingers around his shaft and those long, milking strokes were beginning to have their effect. He could feel his cock beginning to throb with arousal and his balls begin to tighten. Paul shuffled down the bed slightly, still gazing down at Jasper, and slid his hand lower, over the base of his cock and onto Jasper's balls, gently squeezing and rolling them in his palm. Jasper sighed happily once more and raised his knees, opening his legs wide to admit Paul's hand. "Nice?" Paul asked after a short while. Jasper nodded, letting his eyes close and hanging a happy arm over Paul's shoulder. "Wait a minute then." Jasper felt Paul's weight lift from the bed and listened as the man padded quietly around the bed, only opening his eyes at the sound of a drawer. Paul was at his bedside cabinet, taking out what looked to Jasper like a tube of toothpaste, even although he knew it couldn't be. "What is it?" He asked. "You'll see. Don't worry, you'll like it." Jasper felt his earlier anxieties return, his brain knew what the tube must be, but his mind wouldn't allow him to admit it. Lube could only mean one thing, and he didn't feel ready for that. "You're not going to....? Jasper couldn't vocalise his concerns. "We're not going to do anything you don't want to." It was not a very satisfactory reassurance. It would have taken considerable nerve for Jasper to have got up from the bed at that late point and left, and one thing that Jasper lacked was nerve. He lay there wondering what to do, his erection wilting under his worries, and let Paul climb back alongside him. "I can't turn my back for minute, can I?" Paul laughed, looking meaningfully at Jasper's shrinking cock. "Never mind, we'll soon get that back in working order." Paul had settled himself with his head roughly level with Jasper's waist and this time he reached under the raised thigh to take hold of his cock from below. Jasper thought this a little strange, but at least Paul wasn't climbing on top, and that's all he was really worried about. He allowed the contact to continue, pushing his doubts to the back of his mind and enjoying the feel of fingers touching and stroking his cock. It wasn't many minutes before the cock responded and began expanding back to full erection. "See, I told you we'd sort it." Paul smiled, moving his hand down to rest back on Jasper's balls and shuffling a little closer. Jasper made a little throaty noise, enjoying the touch but still wary. "There's something I want to do." Paul told Jasper. "I know you'll like it." Jasper tensed, but Paul just chuckled. "Have faith, I'm only teasing." Letting go his balls, he took hold of Jasper's cock again instead, and then leaned over to take it into his mouth. Jasper gasped with pleased surprise, inwardly grinning at his own caginess. The feel of Paul's mouth on his cock was both new and wonderful. Paul had obviously done this before. He ran his tongue around Jasper's helmet, sucked him in deeper, then withdrew, letting his tongue slide along under his cock. Soon Jasper was squirming with pleasure at the host of new sensations that flooded through him, especially when Paul's hand returned to cupping and squeezing his scrotum. "I said you'd like it." Paul grinned around the head of Jasper's cock. Jasper couldn't answer properly; he was enjoying it too much to speak. Paul had the trick of taking Jasper deep into his mouth and then breathing out through his nose as he pulled away, his cool breath playing on the wet coated shaft, and all of this while gently rolling Jasper's balls in his palm. Jasper managed a groan of agreement. Paul's fingers soon began playing very gently with his ball's, stroking them so lightly that Jasper could feel them only as butterfly wings softly flickering over the hairy pouch, stroking up, down, and around, occasionally straying onto his perineum and creating little stabs of delight. Jasper hardly noticed when the emphasis moved from his balls to his perineum, both felt marvellous to him, and it was only when the wandering fingertips began to play around his anus that he became aware of it, and by then it was far too nice to worry. "All right?" Paul was seeking consent for more than roaming fingertips, but Jasper didn't fully understand. "Oh yes." He answered. He was loving every moment of what Paul was currently doing, even when the fingertips probed and wriggled, pushing slightly at his back door. He even felt a pang of disappointment when Paul's hand was moved away, but he sensed that it would soon return. Paul's finger was cold when it touched him again, the temperature shock disguising for a moment the fact that it was also very wet and slippery. Jasper jerked away, but then settled back as Paul sucked harder and more intently on his cock. The contrast of the cold lube and the warmth of Paul's mouth was actually quite pleasant as the fingertip ran around in his crack, lubricating his entrance and making it ready for exploration. Jasper knew what was happening because his brain understood what his mind rejected, and he allowed Paul to continue, hiding the possibilities from his own consciousness. At first Paul's finger merely stroked and caressed Jasper's anus, lightly probing the entrance without penetrating, letting Jasper get accustomed to the sensations and to begin to enjoy them properly. All the time his mouth was rising and falling on Jasper's cock, taking as much of the shaft inside his mouth as possible, giving Jasper his first blow job. Only when he felt Jasper begin to move under him and heard his breathing change did he slowly start to insinuate his fingertip into his arse. For Jasper the sensations were overwhelming. He'd never had oral sex before, and the fact that it was a man's mouth mattered little. The combined sensation of Paul's mouth and the finger knocking at his back door had sent him to heaven, lighting the fuse of a longed-for climax. Jasper groaned his pleasure and tried to open his legs even wider, pulling them back to give more room to the hand threaded beneath his thigh. Paul smiled around Jasper's cock and wriggled his finger further inside the younger man's rectum, a second finger seeking entry alongside it. Jasper was quickly clenching his fists and rolling his head at the intensity of the it, feeling an climax building rapidly, and hoping that Paul would let him cum in his mouth. God, if only he would do that! Two fingers had now found their way inside him, stretching his anus a little but not uncomfortably, and were pistoning in and out more and more rapidly, keeping pace with the mouth that rose and fell over his cock. He was close to cumming, he could feel his balls tightening and his hips were beginning to twitch. The fingers pushed themselves full depth inside him, and they felt so damn good, taking him even closer to his climax. He felt sure that Paul knew what was happening, but in case he didn't.... "Be careful." He warned Paul, feeling the climax looming. "I'm going to cum very soon." Paul nodded without taking his mouth away and redoubled his efforts, letting his mouth slide up and down Jasper's cock as rapidly as possible and swirling his tongue all around the helmet with each stroke. His two fingers now were pumping in and out of Jasper's arse in imitation of an anal fucking, giving Jasper the sensation of a cock in miniature. "Jesus! It's too late, I'm cumming." Paul slammed his fingers right up inside Jasper's rectum as his balls exploded, sending the first of half a dozen thick and creamy jets of cum spurting into Paul's waiting mouth. He was, he knew, the first man to taste Jasper's spunk and he made the most of it, swallowing every drop each time the cock in his mouth convulsed to release more of that lovely cream. He loved the taste of a man's cum, for some unexplained reason especially that of a gay virgin. Soon Jasper's climax was over and the young man slumped back onto the bed, his muscles, formally tensed from the power of his ejaculation, relaxed to leave him spent and exhausted on the bed, his chest heaving and his body trembling. Paul let Jasper's empty cock slip from his mouth and withdrew his fingers gently, saying nothing for a few minutes until Jasper had the chance to regain his breath. "Was that good?" He asked eventually. "God, yes." Jasper gasped out. "I told you that you'd enjoy what we did, didn't I?" Jasper nodded. "Kneel down then, because I know you'll enjoy this too." Jasper knew what Paul intended, and he no longer minded. In fact he had known it was coming ever since Paul had pushed a second finger inside him, and in a bizarre way he was even looking forward to it now. He rolled over and raised himself onto his hands and knees, waiting for Paul to fuck him and just hoping that it wouldn't hurt. He felt the bed move as Paul moved around into position behind him, and he tensed himself ready for the invasion, an invasion that didn't immediately come. Instead Paul's hand was placed on the middle of his back, between his shoulder blades, pushing down firmly. It took a moment or two before Jasper understood what was wanted, but finally he did, folding his arms and resting his head on them, his bottom now high in the air. Paul shuffled closer, pulling Jasper's cheeks apart with his hands, revealing his anus, exposed and vulnerable. Jasper's heart was once again pounding with worried anticipation and his breathing was reduced to nervous little gasps, still awaiting the assault on his bottom. Paul made him wait what seemed like ages, but was in reality only a few seconds, as he lubricated his own cock, making it as slippery and cold as his fingers had been. It touched Jasper's crack, making him gasp and shudder involuntarily, his arse tensing automatically. "Loosen up, it won't hurt." Jasper wasn't sure about that, but he tried to do as he was advised, consciously trying to make his sphincter relax in readiness. He felt the cool hardness of Paul's cock slide along his crack, looking for his entrance and then finding it, resting with the tip just touching Jasper's puckered star. Paul didn't thrust at him, he just gently leaned towards Jasper, his weight pressing the tip of his cock against the tightness of his sphincter. Jasper pushed back, gasping slightly from the magnitude of what he was doing, trying to help a man to enter him. He could feel his ring expanding gradually, giving way to the pressure and slowly but surely granting the invader admittance, until, with an almost audible pop, his sphincter gave way and the head of Paul's cock slid inside. The feeling was incredible. There had been no pain, only a very slight discomfort as Paul had first penetrated, and if he had been asked to, Jasper could not have described the exquisite sensation of having a man's cock inside his arse, apart from saying that he felt taken and filled up in the most strange and wonderful way. He pressed backwards, amazed at himself but wanting Paul to drive deeper, wanting to have a man as deep inside him as he could possibly get. Paul obliged, his slippery cock easily penetrating his rectum, sliding in until Jasper could feel Paul's pubic nest tickling his bottom. Paul began to fuck him, thrusting deep into him and then withdrawing until the head barely stayed inside, before plunging back inside once again. At first the thrusts were slow and steady, but as Paul became more aroused and as he sensed that Jasper was getting accustomed to it, he sped up until he was ramming himself in as hard and fast as he could. Jasper was glad that he was kneeling with his head on his arms, because he was sure that otherwise he would now have been pushed over, rammed forward until he could no longer withstand the barrage and collapsed flat onto the bed. He could feel Paul's cock sliding in and out and his body slamming up against his bottom, the thrusts becoming more disjointed and irregular as Paul's climax rapidly approached. It was by far the most exciting experience he had ever had. Suddenly Paul grunted and pushed himself hard against Jasper, his cock jerking as he came, flooding Jasper's rectum with his spunk. Jasper felt cum spraying into him in hot and heavy spurts one after the other, with Paul groaning and pushing with each one. Jasper wanted it to go on and on, wanting his body to be the receptacle for Paul's semen, and he felt strangely frustrated when the spurts decreased and Paul's thrusts became less forceful In the end, his load spent, Paul slumped forward, leaning on Jasper's back and breathing heavily in his ear. Finally Paul pulled away, rolling onto his back, panting and sweating, his cock shining wet and slick from a mixture of lube and his own cum. Jasper turned onto his side and gazed at Paul, bewildered at his own behaviour but not in the least dismayed. Paul stared at Jasper, trying to make out the young man's thoughts. "I enjoyed that, did you?" Jasper nodded, smiling as the irrelevant thought flashed through his mind that he had wanted a fuck tonight, but had not actually intended being on the receiving end.