1. The Halfway Inn Part 1


    Date: 10/27/2014, Categories: Gay Male, Author: RobertFurlong, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    popped my toothpaste and brush back into my toiletries bag and then bent down to pull off my socks. "Whoa!" Pete called out. "What's that thing in the back of your briefs? Is it another support or something?" I stood up and looked over at him, not understanding. "What do you mean?" "There's like a big round ring right between your bum-cheeks. Rubber or plastic or something. Doesn't it hurt?" I felt myself blush, realising that I had just inadvertently given him a flash of my rear entrance which had recently started taken on a very different appearance from those of most other men. I'd often fantasized about having someone recognise how plump and stretched – and to my mind, inviting – my anus had become, but now that it was happening for real and with a younger colleague, I suddenly felt acutely embarrassed. "It's... er... not part of the underwear..." I muttered. "What is it then?" he asked innocently. "It's like a big, raised circle which stuck out when you bent down..." He made an arc shape with his finger and thumb, as if wrapping them around an invisible tube. I blushed more deeply, realising that the hole he was making was quite blatantly the same girth as some of the large, erect cocks that had recently cleaved me open so blatantly back there. I cursed myself for having been so sexually active this last week or so. In the last four nights alone, I'd been roughly fucked by three different men, one of whom proudly revealed that he had a cock as thick as his forearm. My ...
    arsehole must be as loose as an open manhole and so swollen that it puckered outwards like the distended neck of a very wide bottle. Pete just stood and gawped that dopey expression at me as I managed to answer, "I think what you saw, Pete, might have been... well...part of me, actually..." "Part of you?" he asked vacantly. "Yeah," I said, reluctant to clarify but seeing that I had to. "I think it was my arsehole. It gets quite large and inflamed sometimes." Now it was his turn to blush, only much more strongly than me. His cheeks went almost purple in colour. "Oh, right," he stammered. "Sorry, mate. Fuck – I didn't know. Is it like some sort of medical condition?" I shook my head. I didn't want him to think that. I'd rather that he knew the truth than to think that. "No, Pete. It's not like that. It's something that... well..." I thought I'd try another tack. "You know when I said I find men attractive?" I began. He nodded stupidly. "Well, sometimes – when other men find me attractive too – we express that attraction in a physical way." He didn't seem to understand but just continued to stare at me blankly. "What I mean is," I went on uncertainly, "while I like having sex with women and I love getting intimate with my girlfriend, with the right guy and the right situation, sometimes I... well... I rather like to play for the other team as well." "But your arsehole?" he asked, ignoring my attempt to explain. "It's so big!" I smiled. In spite of Pete's discomfort, I was starting ...
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