Eric gets up on all fours on his futon mattress. I crawl around on my knees behind him. Think about what I should do. Should I ask for lubrication? Would that stop the flow of all this? Finally I decide simply to spit in my hand and rub it around the head of my dick. Then for good measure, and because I'm so fucked up, I lean down and spit on his anus and rub it around with my fingers, which makes Eric groan loudly and lean his head down on the mattress, raising his ass up in the air higher.
I grip his abdomen with one hand to steady myself, take my other hand and start squeezing my dick up inside him. It's really difficult at first, then then in one split second the head of my dick pops through the sphincter muscles and then glides in quickly. I grab the sides of his hips, balance myself behind him, and start slowly thrusting in and out of his anus. I can hear him breathing slowly, deliberately, in front of me.
I amaze myself with the quickness I get used to fucking another man. Once the rhythm starts getting regular and I can feel myself working slowly towards an orgasm, it becomes almost natural. Almost. I lean forward so my torso is resting on top of his, my chest instantly getting sweaty from all the heat coming off his body. I put one arm around his stomach, the other one straight down on the mattress next to his locked arm, realize a moment later that this is the exact starting pose when I was wrestling in junior high, freaks me out, take my other arm and also wrap it around his stomach so I'm like a dog and Pavement's playing in the background, fucking Pavement and shit would Barb laugh at that, Barb who fucking calls Pavement 'cock rock,' how right you are, Barb, how right you are.
Eric says in a husky voice, "Grab it. Grab my cock and jerk it." He needs to clear his throat -- I can hear phlegm bubbling in his voice. I move my hand down and grab his dick, which is rock hard and thick and shit he's a fucking rock star on top of a big dick? No wonder none of the rest of us guys can ever get any with him around. I start tugging on it, which unbelievably gets me more turned on than the act of fucking him, and I can feel my thrusts get faster and deeper in spite of myself until Eric locks his leg muscles after one and whispers "careful" which makes me remember again that I'm fucking an anus.
I'm getting sweatier and sweatier and Eric's getting hotter and hotter and I'm thrusting and thrusting and thrusting and suddenly I can feel it coming, it's coming right now and I close my eyes and I think of Barb and push up inside him one final time and I feel his sphincter contract in synchronized time with my contractions.
Then he fucks me and I'm not used to it and it hurts really badly and I cry but I tell him not to stop.