Literotica m/m and m/w

After the day we had out and about, my body was drained. What was supposed to have been an hour's nap turned into three hours. I climbed out of bed and into the living area.

I was left speechless. Andrew was standing there in a pair of dark grey boxer briefs. They fitted him well. The muscles in his quads popped. His package was held tightly. The money shot, though, was from the mirror hanging behind him.

His fat curvy ass was sat up just right in those underwear. It looked almost like a ripe peach. My dick twitched a little. Andrew cleared his throat, and our eyes met. he was trying to read me. I wanted to fuck anything right then and there. The pressure building in my balls wanted a great escape.

As I cleared my throat, I said, "Sorry. I didn't mean to intrude."

"It's okay. I was about to go and shower." He pointed at the towels laid out across the sofa as he spoke.

I sat at the bar across the street from where we were staying. I was nursing my drink as "The Christmas Song" by Nat King Cole had me in my feels. Everyone around me appeared to be having a good time. Love and affection were in the air. You could feel it all around the room.

"You look like you could use a friend," came a soft voice.

Before I could answer, he took a seat next to me. He flashed me his pearly white teeth. He swiped his blond bang from his face, revealing his dark green eyes. For some reason, I didn't turn him away. I welcomed his company.

"I'm Toby," he introduced himself.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Nathaniel."

"So what's a pretty guy like you doing drinking alone? That goes against the Christmas spirit," he said, a bit of seduction in his voice.

I laughed nervously and asked, "Is that right?" I took a sip of my drink as he nodded his head in agreement.

"It is." His voice was crisp and smooth. "That's why I'm here. I'm the Christmas ghost of future orgasms."

I choked on my drink. I struggled to gain control of my breathing. Toby quickly patted me on the back. His pats turned into a full-blown back rub.

"How can you be so sure that I'm okay with what you're saying to me," I asked him. I was confused.

No guy has ever made such a pass at me before. Did I suddenly have a sign above my head that said I was into men? As far as I knew, the only guy to ever get my boat going had been Andrew, and that was only as of last night.

"Honestly," he answered. "I looked at you when you first walked and decided it was worth the risk."

"I have a wife at home," I told him.

"That's unfortunate," he said. "Wasting all your potential on women," he joked. "An ass like yours deserves to be manhandled."

The way he said it sent a chill through me. Is that why Andrew responded the way he did last night? My dick swelled in my pants. Was being manhandled such a powerful experience? My balls started to ache and beg for attention. Andrew looked like he was floating through time and space when I was in his ass last night. Does it feel that way for everyone?

Toby stood up, and I caught a glimpse of his backside out of the corner of my eye. His ass reminded me of Andrew's. Once again, I had to wonder about the experience. Was I missing out on something?

"Wait," I found myself saying.

"I'm waiting," he said.

"What does it feel like? You know, to have someone slide a finger up there?"

He leaned over my shoulder. His warm breath tickled my ear. He smelled like vanilla and honey. It was sweet and calming.

"Like the best thing you've never had," he said.

There I was, lying naked on my stomach in the middle of the bed. Andrew was asleep in the living area on the sofa. Toby was sitting on my bare butt. I could feel his cock poking into the bottom side of my right cheek.

"This might feel a little cold," he whispered as he squirted some lube into the crease of my ass.

"Mmm," I breathed as my body adjusted.

He pulled my cheek apart. His green eyes became the first to ever see my virgin hole. I felt his finger run across my hairless ring. His touch made my entire body shiver. It was such a thrill to be exposed like that. Maybe there was more to me than I had ever known.

"I'm going to insert my finger," he told me.

He pushed his finger against my hole. My muscles clenched, but he was determined more than ever to break through. He applied a little bit more pressure, and his finger broke through.

I gasped quietly, "Fuck man!"

"You're so tight. It feels so good around my finger," he said. His words relaxed me and made me want to go further.

He pushed his entire finger inside my box. My hole felt stretched and full. He slowly moved it in and out of me. My dick throbbed against the bed. It was wildly arousing. He twisted his finger around inside of me.

It caused a slight discomfort almost. Then he pressed against something inside of me. My body jerked, and I gasped. He pushed against that thing inside of me again. My body felt an overload of sensory.

"FUCK," I moaned as I gripped the bed sheets.

He chuckled, "I got you. Your body was made to enjoy this. Just let go and let me take control of the ride."

His words were so reassuring. I buried my face in the sheets and surrendered my ass to him. He added a second finger. It felt like my hole was being stretched beyond its tiny, tight limits.

"Shit," I growled as he spread his two fingers inside my hole.

He dug in and out of me. My breathing picked up, and my sphincter relaxed. I lost myself in the pleasure that started running through my body. The room went from silent to me moaning like a nasty bitch.

"You open up so good," he said just as he pulled his fingers out of me. "Roll onto your back."

I rolled onto my back. My cock was leaking. He looked at my flagpole and licked his lips. I could tell he wanted a taste. All he had to do was ask, and I would have given it up. He was making me feel good. It was the least I could do for him. Again, all he had to do was ask.

"You gonna put your fingers back in me," I asked. I had a need for more. I wanted to feel it more and more. My dark cheeks were flushed.

"No," came another but familiar voice.

Toby jumped, and I looked at the door. Andrew was standing in the doorway holding the same dildo I saw him with last night. He looked like a delicious, unhealthy meal. He was damn near naked, minus those tight black briefs he was wearing.

Toby slapped my ass, and I gasped. He pulled my cheeks apart, and I felt a drop of spit on my exposed hole. The feeling sent me rushing over the edge. In the words of the songstress Irene Cara, "What a feeling." What a fucking feeling indeed!