The Halfway Inn pt. 01

"Sorry, mate," he muttered. "Must have been in a hurry in the loo."

I smiled at him through the mirror. "Don't worry about it. I'm showing you something very private, so it makes me a bit less self-conscious to see something so private in return."

He smiled back at my reassurance and the colour of his cheeks lessened slightly. "Yeah... I suppose. That can be my little secret. You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"Of course not."

He looked back at my ringpiece and I relaxed it outwards for him again. It made a large, cavernous hole against my underwear and, as he gaped at it, grinning, I noticed that the bulge between his legs was now rather more pronounced than it had been earlier.

All this time that I'd been showing off my swollen hole to him, he'd been steadily developing a swelling of his own. The lonely nerve cell in his tiny brain had been firing on all cylinders, the possibilities of how he could use such a receptive opening slowly dawning on him, and the insubstantial tube of flesh which had been flopping around in his boxers had found itself becoming altogether more substantial.

Pete was totally oblivious to the fact that the front of his underwear was starting to betray the changing nature of his interest in my well-used backside. He just stared at my hole, chuckling at its strangeness, while the growing lump in his boxers told its own story of the way things might be headed.

"You must have taken some fucking big cocks up your arse, Rob," he quipped. "I mean, if you don't mind me saying."

I grinned back at him through the mirror. "I don't mind at all. Between you and me, Pete, I once took two at the same time."

"You had two blokes' dicks up your arse at the same time?!" he laughed with wide-eyed amazement. "How did you manage that?"

"They sort of lay together on the bed, one this way, one that way," I explained, gesturing with my hands. "And I straddled over them, lowering myself down onto their erections as they held them together."

He guffawed loudly at that. "Fucking hell, mate! That's awesome!"

I smiled back at him. "Actually it was!"

As I'd hoped, the bulge in his shorts grew discernibly bigger at the image I'd presented him with: this really was heading my way!

"Come on, then," he insisted. "Pull your pants down! Let's see it for real."

I hitched down my briefs and then yanked them off over my feet and threw them across to my bed. My cock was half-erect and starting to rise upwards but Pete was more interested in seeing me reveal my rear opening for him. I used both hands to prize my buttocks apart, flourishing for him my thickly forested crack with my large, pink anal ring protruding from it. He gasped at the size of it and I saw the bulge between his legs get a little bit fuller.

"It's a bit like a minge!" he observed with a laugh. "Hairy and pink."

"Well, I suppose it does the same job."

"The same job?" he asked. God, he really was thick.

"Receiving cocks and cum," I explained.

He grinned over at me. "Wow! Yeah! It's just like a big fat mott!"

I smiled back at him but I didn't want him to think of it like that. I didn't want to be his substitute girlfriend - a female stand-in - I wanted him to be growing excited that, for all I was brandishing a blatantly fuckable hole for him, it was most definitely a man who was attached to it.

I opened my legs wider so that he could see how large my testicles looked hanging down between my thighs. My balls were so plump that they stretched my hairy scrotum halfway to my knees and I enjoyed parading how copiously full they were for him. However vaginal my splayed opening looked, he could be under no allusions now that this was another bloke's buggery-loosened arsehole he was peering at.

"Jesus, mate!" he called out. "Look at the size of your 'nads!"

"Do you like them?" I smiled.

"They just look weird!"

That didn't sound so good. "Weird?" I asked.

"Yeah - you've got that massive hole between your cheeks - gaping like a whore's twat - and then down there, right under it, a fucking huge pair of bollocks. It looks weird but at the same time really fucking hot!"

I grinned back at him. That was more like it.

I directed my cock downwards with my left hand so that he could see its thickened shaft and engorged head underneath my balls.

He guffawed again, even more loudly than before.

"Fucking hell, Rob! This just gets better, mate! You've got a knob like a garden hose!"

"Does my arse still look like a pussy, Pete?"

"No way, mate!" he laughed again. "Not with a set of junk like that hanging down right underneath it!"

I laughed back with him. "The men who fuck me don't think of me as a woman, Pete. They don't think of it as a woman's vagina."

"What do they think of it as?"

"Another man's willing arsehole. And I think they like the fact it's another bloke's backside that they're screwing. It makes them feel more manly to be able to penetrate another man."

He grinned at me but the stupid expression on his face made me doubt he understood me.

I thought I'd try a different tactic.

"Let me show you what I can do with my hole when it gets so big like this."

I released my cock, letting it spring upwards towards my stomach, and grabbed both cheeks with my hands. Then I bent further forwards and made my arsehole gape wider for him. The moist, pink tunnel inside stretched opened temptingly before I clenched it tightly closed a few times to show him how dextrous I was back there.

"Jesus Christ!" he laughed. "You could wank a guy off doing that!"

I pushed my hips back and forth, opening and clamping my anus in rapid spasms. "I can pump a bloke's cock like a farmer milking a cow's teat! Usually with a similar result!"

He laughed again. The mound of his crotch was starting to look very large and was pulling the material at the back of briefs downwards: he was enjoying this even more than I would have hoped. The thin brown smear between his cheeks which he was brandishing so flagrantly was edging slowly southwards towards the paired bulges of his scrotum.

"Doesn't it hurt though?" he asked, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the front of his shorts was betraying his developing erection. "Having another bloke shoving his cock in and out of your bum?"

"Not at all," I replied. "I'm so used to taking it, your cock would just slide right up there... sorry, I mean someone's cock would just slide right up there!"

He looked over at my face, curious that I had referred to being penetrated by him but I just smiled innocently back at him, as if it had been a mere slip of the tongue.

"Come on, then," I said, keen to move things on. "Show me yours."

He giggled coyly. "I don't want to, now... you know... with the stain and stuff."

I smiled back. "That sort of thing doesn't bother me, Pete. When you start getting up close and personal with other men, you have to expect things like that."

He glanced over at me with interest. "Really?"

"Of course! Compared to some blokes I've... you know... played around with, you're just about Clorox clean, mate!"

He chuckled naughtily, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Okay..."

He did as I had done - as I hoped he would - and pulled his boxer briefs completely off and threw them over to his bed. Unlike him, I took an interest in the state of his cock and was pleased to see that it was almost fully aroused and pointing upwards with its dark red head exposed. Its size was unremarkable - it looked fairly average in length and girth - but its flagrant excitement was very encouraging.

I found it endearing that Pete seemed blissfully unaware of how the stiffened state of his penis might be interpreted. He just grinned over at me - and I grinned back - as he repositioned himself in front of the mirror, refreshingly unselfconscious that his pecker was pointing upwards and that I might construe that as evidence of his developing sexual interest in me.

I was sure he was going to be up for fucking me up the butt. Now that his cock had grown so hard, he was going to take very little inducement. I just had to make sure that I got a turn of my own.

Pete bent down again and flashed his backside at the mirror. Finding it difficult to expose his hole for my inspection, he bent as far forwards as he could and opened his legs widely. Even then it was hardly visible and so he grabbed his butt cheeks and yanked them apart.

Finally I could see his tiny wrinkled anus - a little more tarnished than I would ordinarily prefer - nestling deep inside the thickly matted hair of his abundantly forested arse crack.

He presented it for my inspection, his face cautious to see my reaction to it, and relaxed a little when he saw me smile with approval.

"That's a lovely arsehole, Pete. It's really quite beautiful."

He beamed with delight, parading his more towards me through the mirror so I could take in its full glory. My cock thickened and stiffened at the sight of his tight, puckered ring and I felt the large plum-like head of it swell to full size. The deep valley between his cheeks was tangled with hair - just how I like it - and, while I could see what was making it clump and stick together around his hole, the entrance itself looked ripe for the taking.

I was determined to have my turn on this tall, dopey guy's inviting rump before the night was out. The throbbing of my manhood was demanding nothing less.

But first things first.

I said, "I don't suppose you can do what I did and make it open and close, can you?"

"I've never really thought about it," he said.

I could believe that to be true. I wondered if he ever really thought about anything.

"Well, give it a go," I encouraged him. "You never know when it might... er... prove useful."

He grinned like he enjoyed the challenge and I saw the flimsy rim of it open slightly as if to beckon me in and then ruckle outwards as he squeezed it tightly shut.

He laughed at how much control he had over it and immediately did it again. This time he let his hole open a little wider and I got the first whiff of his alluring anal scent.

I smiled back over at him and thought I ought to commend his efforts.

"That's amazing, Pete!" I enthused. "Is it really your first time doing this?"

"Yeah," he grinned. "Honest to god!"

"Well, it's very impressive," I continued. "You've got incredible control."

He opened his rear entrance again - this time so wide so I could see the pinkness inside - and his earthy, anal whiff became a magnitude stronger. He smelt wonderfully flavoursome - so musky and intense that my mouth started watering. I was desperate to lean across so I could lick around his furrowed ring - almost ready to jeopardize everything by risking such a surprise - but I held myself back.

His seduction was going to take a little more coaxing for me to be sure of success. I was almost certain I could get him to fuck me - I was within a stone's throw of having him tear open a condom and mount me from behind - but I wanted to make sure that he'd be willing to change places and that might take a bit more work.

So I didn't risk freaking him out by telling him how attractive his bum smelled and how much I wanted to lick it - that could come later - but instead offered to show him a few more "tricks".

"What do you have in mind, mate?" he asked with a rather charming innocence.

"Let's get on the bed together," I suggested, with a good deal less of that particular virtue, "and we'll take it from there."

We stood upright and turned to face each other, our erections arching upwards in front of us. Pete laughed with surprise when he saw mine and I pretended to do the same towards his.

"We're both proper horny, we are!" he declared before looking from my hard-on to his own and back again, mentally comparing our genitals for size. It seemed to slowly dawn on him that my penis was at least twice the size of his - both in length and girth - and that my testicles were also a significantly larger than the pair that were dangling between his legs.

His eyes widened as he stared at my monster of an organ and his mouth formed a broad, inane grin.

I muttered, "Perhaps the... er... bulge you noticed earlier wasn't entirely caused by the stitching in my briefs, Pete."

For some reason that made him chortle raucously and he exclaimed, his eyes looking up at mine, wide with delight, "Fuck me, mate!"

I laughed back hoping that, once we got on the bed together, he'd be calling out the same words for a different reason.

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To be concluded

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