Didnt Mean To Do It

I am a normal guy, right? Like girls, never got far with one, jack off a lot, cruise the net, watch a bit of porn and get off on that. Like a million other college kids of my age. So, what happened was this. I do a lot of stuff with conservation, don't laugh, save the planet, that kind of stuff, and I volunteered to go with a buddy of mine, John, to do some monitoring of moths in a local woodland.

We set the traps, pitched our tents, made a meal, and hit the sack, having set out watches for just before dawn so we could go out and check the catch. Usually, I sleep like a log, but I am not used to having someone else so close to me as John and I were in our tent. He fell asleep right away, but I tossed and turned a bit. It was a hot night, and we were both sleeping in the buff.

Anyway, I guess I eventually dozed off, but when I woke a little later on, I realised that John had kind of wrapped himself into me, like we were a couple of spoons in a cutlery drawer. But what I mostly realised was that he had a hard on and his cock was pushing between my legs. I guess he was dreaming because he was kind of humping me, very gently, nothing rough, but he was moving on me, that was for sure.

Now, this is the bit I don't understand: I started to get a hard on! Like I was enjoying having my buddy John pressing his cock against me! I mean how weird can you get! Anyway, I just had to get up - I needed to take a piss anyway - and when I came back, John had turned over, his back to me. Thank goodness, I thought. I settled down in the cramped space, turning my back to him so our butts were just about touching, Now, listen, guys, I am just a regular guy, nothing weird, you know? But in my sleep, I must have turned over again, because I became conscious that this time, my cock was hard and it was pressing into the cleft between John's asscheeks.

Listen, I really am just a normal kind of a guy. Sure I get a hard on and get that urge, you know what I mean? But, listen, at that moment, I suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to drive my cock into John and fuck him. Of course I didn't. I mean, you don't suddenly dryfuck a buddy, but my cock was working overtime, and it was only a matter of moments before I was leaking precum like it was going out of fashion.

I held my cock and smeared John with my precum, you know, just thinking, well, if you're going to assfuck a guy, you got to lube him some. And then, my hand to God, John back on to my cock like he wants me to do it. In his sleep! He feels a cock against his pucker and he's moving on me like he's saying "Do it, man!" And I am like frozen, I just don't know what to do. My cock says "GO!", John's wriggling ass says "GO!" and I am there like a dummy, horny as fuck, and I don't know what to do.

And then John speaks. "Do it, Jack," he says, so soft I hardly hear him. He's awake! He knows! And he WANTS me to fuck him! Listen, guys, I am just an ordinary joe, I like girls, I jerk off a lot, I watch porn, but I am definitely not, you know, into gay sex. But my cock is poised, John's pucker is wet with precum, and he's telling me to penetrate him. What the hell would you do?

At that moment, I wanted nothing else in this world but to slide my cock into my buddy's hole and give him the fuck we both needed at at that moment. No, you don't need me to tell you about what happened next. It was magical, just fucking magical, me working in him, and John pushing back on me to feel the whole length of my throbbing cock deep inside him. And when I was about to cum, you know that moment, fucking glorious, John reached round to hold my buns to keep me inside hime, so I pumped my whole load deep into his belly.

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It was something I cannot describe, something so different from fucking a woman, so much better, deeper, satisfying. It felt REAL. For the first time in my life, I knew what sex was really all about. John had jerked himself to complete orgasm while I was fucking him, and we both just kind of subsided, my cock finally detumescing and sliding out of him with a sad sort of plopping sound. So much cum, so much wet.

And then, as you do, we both fell into a deep satisfied sleep. When we awoke, I found it difficult to meet John's gaze. We were just a pair of amateur entomologists for fuck's sake, not two pervs meeting for an assfuck. He got up, performed his ablutions and prepared the coffee, and then said: "Come on, Jack, time to check the traps." And that was it. No reference to the amazing fuck we had enjoyed together. Nothing.

As it happens, he left the area shortly after that weekend and I never saw him again, although I did hear that he had married some French bitch. As for me, listen, I am just a normal guy, but it's funny, isn't it?, how you get a taste for certain kinds of sex? I have lost count of the number of one-night stands I have had with guys since that night, and I mostly still love it to bits. OK, I am married, got a couple of kids and a steady job.

I think my wife is satisfied with my performance, as you might say, but for me, the only real sex is when I can cruise the clubs and find myself a nice piece of ass, not there will ever be a piece of ass as satisfying as John's.

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