Arriving straight from a work meeting Pete was well turned out in some light grey trousers for our fourth encounter. Even in his sportswear he looked neat and trim, but formally attired and in well-polished shoes, he cut a very dapper figure. He was carrying his trainers and a bundle of sportwear to change into after our encounter. He wore a big overcoat, so it was hard to get sight of his arse as I directed him ahead of me up the stairs and to the bedroom. Even so, my cock was already stirring as I thought to myself ‘today my straight mate, I’m going to fuck you’. I might have already mentioned his arse in other posts!! Just thinking of it gets me hard. We had a bit more than a couple of hours to play with and so I didn’t rush anything. Anyhow, there were a few rituals to get through first; a cup of tea and a chat. I don’t mean ritual pejoratively either. The fact is I like this part a lot. To begin with he’s easy to get along with, he’s amiable, smiley and he seems to have a good heart. We’ve even touched on that great divider politics, but we find ourselves broadly in agreement. Not that it matters of course, there’s more than one way to skin a rabbit, not just mine. He’s a family man first and foremost and I like him even more for it. I don’t want to crash anyone’s life, and he doesn’t want to rock any boats. We’re here for mutual pleasure and he’s here to expand his boundaries. After drinking his tea in the armchair, he comes to sit next to me on the bed. He looks a bit coy, but our conversation continues, and he mirrors me as I recline on my elbow. He eases himself over onto his back at the point that I sit upright and just stroke the inside of his thigh barely brushing his balls. An odd thought occurs to me: the material of his trousers is of such good quality, such a thickness, I wonder if he can feel much through them. I’m instantly reassured as I notice his cock stiffen and twitch beneath the cloth. He’s dressed to the left. Unusual, or so a tailor once told me. I continue in this vein for a couple of minutes, taking my thumb and, using a little more pressure, stroking his knob and drawing the edge of my nail from the tip, down his frenum and shaft and tapering off over his bollocks. I run my hand over his chest and then up his vest to stroke and tweak his nipples, then over the small patch of hairs near his navel. I look at him and he’s looking down at what I’m doing. His cheeks are flushed, and I can feel the heat he’s radiating. I undo his belt remove his trousers and drape them delicately over a chest of draws. I can see he already has a wet patch on his underpants and I go down to nibble his cock through the fabric and taste his precum. I’m distracted by thoughts of Ben, my occasional Chinese Malaysian fuck buddy. He liked me to cum in my pants, rub them into my crack and then leave them with him to sniff as he wanked. In some ways Pete’s a bit like Ben. Not that he’s suggested sniffing my underwear or anything! No, it’s physical; he’s diminutive and good shape, they have similar figures. Maybe that took my mind there. Whatever, I’m drawn back to the here and now as Pete strokes my shoulder attempting to be a more active participant. I just tell him to lie back and enjoy it for the time being. I remove his underpants and his shirt, and he drops back with his hands behind his head, splayed out, both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. I continue stroking and massaging for a little while, go down to lick the precum off his dick, swallow up his shaft taking him down into my throat, wanking him for a while and then returning to lighter strokes. I want to drink in the view, the darkness of the skin on his balls and dick, how body hair forms a constellation: two dark patches under his arms, the triangle above his cock, the line to his belly button and the white outcrop on his chest. I’m completely dressed and here I am running my tongue right from his knob, over his belly and around his arm pit. I love the slightly musky masculine tang and aroma of armpits and crotch. He’s got some nice cologne or underarm spray on, but it still comes through. I stroke his perineum and into where his arse crack begins with thoughts of getting my cock in there. I tell him to flip and he rolls over on all fours presenting his peachy arse to me. I begin licking his balls and working my way up through his hairless crack, my tongue darting around his butt-hole. I maintain this for quite a while all the time knowing I’m going to fuck him. I really must fuck him. I open his legs wider as I quickly take off my tracksuit bottoms and discard my pants. I just want to rub my cock against his balls and into that deep ravine, to smear his hole with my juice - for now. As I sit beside him and pull off my top, he sits up too, looks me straight in the eye, then kisses me with such passion and force it’s breath-taking, desire driven, heartfelt even. The last time he snogged me I thought he was just breaching his boundaries to please me. The pleasing itself was enough, but this time it feels so real. Straight away he goes for my tits, stroking my nipples, delicately pinching them and it’s dizzying. I fall back on the bed and suddenly he’s down on me. The intensity of sensation from my cock and nipples has me totally in the moment. I have no idea what he’s thinking or feeling but he seems totally into it. At this point he flips right over me straddling my chest, and he never takes his mouth off my cock the whole time. His firm smooth-shaved arse is right in my face and I push my tongue into his butt hole caress his balls and then gently penetrate him with the end of my index finger and then with my thumb up to the first joint. He doesn’t wince or tell me stop. I move my other hand to his cock, he’s still hard. Tentatively, I finger fuck him just using saliva for lube. Then I hold his buttocks apart and go in again with my tongue and he seems to respond by pushing back on it. “I want to fuck you.” I tell him, but he doesn’t comply. I started out teasing him, stroking him and not letting him touch me and now he’s returning the favour. He’s keeping me on the boil, taking control. There’s no way a few weeks ago this would’ve happened, I can sense a new confidence. He’s back to exploring my mouth with his tongue, wanking my cock, cupping my balls. He runs his fingers over my perineum and for a second, I think he’s going to finger my arse hole and I feel the goose bumps of anticipation just as he changes direction and heads back to my tits. He changes again yet going down on me. Jesus the blowjob is so good. He told me he had oral prowess licking out cunts, but fucking hell this man gives incredible head. I’m worried I might cum too soon and so try to wriggle my cock out of his mouth. “Fuck me,” It’s almost an instruction. “You sure?” I ask. He adopts the doggie position near the edge of the bed. I don’t need telling twice. I roll a condom over my cock, and lube him up, slowly easing the gel up his arse with a finger. I make sure there’s plenty of lube in his crack too before lubing myself with wanking motions. I push my knob against his hole and gentle ease it in. He winces, it’s not comfortable and he tells me just to keep it there for a while. After a little bit I push on and he asks me to take my cock out. I withdraw my dick, and the condom slips down a little bit, snagging on my foreskin. It’s momentarily painful and I feel my cock soften so I remove the condom. He’s helpful. He turns around and sucks me until I’m hard again and on the edge of jizzing and then points his arse back towards me. I condom up again and apply a little more lube to him and me and then just gently finger fuck him making sure to go all the way in. I rotate my finger and he seems comfortable. After that my cock slid in right up to my balls. I reached Yes, dear reader, I fucked him. Slowly and gently and I came too quickly, but I fucked him. Fucked his virgin arse. I finished by sucking him off. He unloaded my mouth. It tasted great. I made some more tea and we chatted for a bit. I forgot to show him photos of my fit cyclist mate Malcolm who’s keen on a threesome with us. He can see them next time. For now, I’m looking forward to keeping him to myself for a while longer. I want to fuck him face-to-face with his legs over my shoulders and make it last longer! I’d say I was a confirmed top but I’m dead keen to give him is first taste of fucking a fella. I’ve had wank fantasies about it. Then when time and circumstances demand it, we’ll get Malcolm in for a spit-roasting.