How I managed to drive home safely that night, I’ll never know. I tried to focus on the road, but my thoughts kept coming back to the fucking Dan had given me. The soreness in my ass didn’t help. Nor did the trickle of moisture I felt between my legs, which I assumed was cum leaking out of my hole.
I guess was bothered me the most was the feeling that Dan had, well, taken me. I had gone into the cabana knowing something sexual would occur, but I had expected to get another blow job, maybe, or maybe to jack him off -- not to have him lick my hole and stick his dick up my ass. But when I had realized what he intended to do, my initial reservations simply melted away. I hadn’t put up the slightest resistance. Despite the initial pain, it had simply felt too damn good.
A part of me was embarrassed at being so passive. Like most guys I thought men were expected to be the initiators where sex was concerned, and certainly to be on top when it came to fucking, but how did that work when it was two guys? Being on the bottom in that transaction, being the penetrated one, instead of the penetrator, felt weird somehow.
But then I recalled that several times when we were having sex, Jenny -- Dan’s daughter, God help me -- had wanted to be on top, controlling the pace of our fucking, and how much I had enjoyed that, even when I could tell she was doing it mostly for her own benefit.
So maybe it was less about top and bottom than about give and take. If that’s the case, I thought, maybe I could fuck Dan, too, a thought that made my cock start to stiffen.
“Jesus,” I said aloud. “What am I thinking?”
Fucking a guy. Sucking his cock. Kissing him. How could I be doing these things? A few weeks ago I had thought of myself as totally straight. How could it be otherwise? I’d had sex with several girls, hadn’t I? And when I wasn’t fucking girls I spent most of the time thinking about fucking girls, like most guys.
Sure, there was that one time with my cousin Mark a couple of years back, when we shared a tent on family camping trip and ended up comparing dick lengths and then touching each other and finally jacking each other off. But that was a one-time thing.
Or was it? I remembered now how often I relived that experience in my mind, that for weeks afterward I jacked off to the memory, and how I had wondered what might happen if we found ourselves alone once more.
So maybe I wasn’t totally straight. Maybe I was bi. There were such people, I knew. My older sister had said one guy friend of hers was bi, and come to think of it Mark had said he thought he was bi, too.
For a while I turned this thought over in my mind. Mark had said everyone is a little bit bi, and I hadn’t believed him, but now I thought he might be right. I eventually decided that if I enjoyed what Dan did to me -- maybe it was more “with” me than “to” me -- then there could be little doubt about it.
By this time I’d reached home. I put the car away and went inside, and was glad to see everyone had already gone to bed. When I reached my room I again noticed the squishy feeling in my butthole, and decided I’d better take a quick shower.
In the bathroom I stripped and turned on the water. As usual I stopped to look at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
I was proud of my body. I’m not overly muscled, but I’m pretty well toned from swimming, and as for that slight softness in my belly -- no six-pack -- Jenny had always said it was kind of cute. Now I wondered what Dan thought of it.
Dan again. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. Somehow the two encounters I’d had with him were always more on my mind lately than the many times I’d had been with his daughter and other girls.
The thought of Dan made my dick stiffen again. I watched it grow in the mirror, and started to stroke it slowly. As I did so I felt a twitch in my butthole, and again that moist feeling.
On an impulse I turned around, bent over and looked through my legs at my asshole. I’d looked at it before, out of idle curiosity, and I could see that it looked different now -- pinker and puffed up, probably from being rubbed raw by Dan’s cock. On another impulse I gave a little push, watching the rosebud open slightly.
On an impulse I reached back with my hand and touched the spot with my finger. I winced slightly -- the puckered skin was still tender -- but there was still enough moisture from Dan’s leaking cum to provide a little lubrication. I circled the spot several times with my finger, surprised at how good it felt, and then pushed the finger in. My cock gave a little jump.
“Ohhhh,” I said.
The angle was awkward, though, so I pulled the finger out, stood up and got into the shower.
The water was hot, which is how I like it, and for a minute I just let it pour over me.
Then I propped one leg up on the little stool my sister keeps in the shower for shaving her legs, and began fingering myself again. After the initial irritation subsided, I stuck the finger in as far as I could manage, and started a slow in-and-out motion. My cock started to get hard again, and it suddenly occurred to me there was some kind of connection between it and my asshole that I had never understood and was clearly worth exploring.
At that moment I must have curled the finger slightly, because I suddenly hit a spot that sent a shudder through my insides and made my cock give another, bigger jump. I realized only later that I had found my prostate -- to that point I don’t think I even knew what a prostate was -- but I was startled to found out how good it felt.
Taking my now rock-hard cock in the other hand, I jacked myself while I pressed on the sensitive spot inside me. The angle was still awkward, but in less than I minute I came so hard I almost lost my balance. The cum didn’t shoot out of my cock, it streamed, and the shuddering in my body seemed to go on forever.
When it was over my legs felt like rubber and I had to sit down on the stool to avoid collapsing right there in the shower.
“Wow,” I whispered to myself
I sat there for a minute or two, enjoying the hot water streaming over me and waiting for my breathing to return to normal.
“Wow,” I said again.
***
By now it was June, and graduation was less than ten days away. I saw Jenny every day at school, of course, and several times during the evenings, but we never got an opportunity to have sex, and I was feeling pretty deprived.
I saw even less of her father, of course, which made me think about him more than about her. I felt guilty about this, but I couldn’t put such thoughts out of my mind, and after awhile I gave up trying.
One night about three days before graduation I was dropping her off from school when she invited me in. Her parents weren’t home, so we went to her room and started making out on her bed. She was grinding herself against me and when I got completely hard she surprised me by sliding down, undoing my belt, buttons and zipper and pulling off my pants and underwear in one smooth motion.
The next thing I knew my cock was in her mouth.