It's Rain on Men

Gary gently laid me down on the wet lawn, and I shivered as my back found the soaked grass. I gasped as he pulled out, leaving me spreadeagled below him. Instead of applying more lube, he took hold of my ankles, pulling them up and apart, completely exposing my hole. It felt so good as the rain danced across my flared anus, but his head quickly provided an awning as he brought his tongue to my hole.

I had never even had a woman lick me there, and this buff beast of a man had me at his mercy as he lathered my asshole, licking and kissing it. He clamped his mouth over me and sucked. I could feel my puckered rim caught up in the vacuum his mouth had made, stretching my hole up to meet his probing tongue. I opened myself as wide as I could, completely and utterly surrendering myself to him.

Soon, I felt like I could come just from the rim job he was giving me. I placed my hands on both slippery sides of his drenched head, and pulled him up. He crawled up my body for a kiss. I put my lips to his ear. I had to speak loudly to rise above the din caused by the deluge.

"I want to taste you, baby! Come on, sit your hole on my face. I want your asshole on my lips!"

Gary was nothing if not an agreeable lover, and he acquiesced eagerly, straddling my face. I lapped up at him, but he wasn't open enough - too much butt cheek, not enough hole. Steadying himself on the slippery grass, he pulled first one knee up, then the other until he was squatting over me. Now his anus was wide open and easily available, the hair surrounding it matted and slick.

The rain that pummeled us rolled down his body and clung to his buttocks as it streamed towards his asshole and dripped into my open mouth as I extended my tongue upward to bathe his puckered hole. I flicked my tongue in his opening, savoring the feel and taste, although it tasted like rain. I kissed and sucked on his fuck hole more enthusiastically than I'd ever eaten pussy, reveling in the pure nastiness of the act. Rather than feeling effeminate, I felt VERY manly.

Gary, knees bent, sitting on his haunches, ground his asshole onto my face, rocking backward and forward, as lewd as lewd had ever been in my life. I grabbed my own wet cock and stroked as I devoured his hot gaping hole. I was having him, all of him, and I loved it. Rain continued to pour into my open mouth as it dripped in cascades from his ass. I spat a mouthful up against his obscene aperture as I rimmed him as only a full-on lover of men would.

From my vantage point, I could see Gary's hand stroking his erection just inches above my nose. I brought both my hands up, gently hooking fingers into his hole, widening it allowing my tongue to delve further into his depths. Even over the pounding rain, I could hear him.

"Yeah, suck that hole, baby. Get your tongue up in there!"

I brought my tongue to a hard point and wormed it about an inch inside, before its tensile strength gave out and I could go no further. I closed my lips around his rosebud and fucked and chewed his nasty ass until he gasped, released his grip on his dick and lifted off. I was so pleased with myself that I had brought him too close to orgasm for him to continue.

He knelt back on his feet, took me by the arms and pulled me up, maneuvering me onto all fours, my ass facing him. The rain-slicked grass caused my knees to slide out to the sides, offering him my obscenely wide open ass: the ultimate stance of submissive invitation. As the rain splattered and rolled down my crack, it tickled my awaiting hole. In a flash, his tongue attacked my anus with the vigor of a starving man. I grabbed my cock and stroked as he shamelessly ate me out doggie style right there in his rainy back yard.

Soon, his mouth left me and I felt his fingers smearing lube across and into my fuck hole. I knew and was eager for what was coming, and without hesitation, he slid his granite cock all the way into me. He leaned down, his chest meeting my back, his arms snaking around me to hold me tight as he fucked me like a dog on the lawn.

In an evening of nasty, this was the nastiest of all as I sprawled with my knees so wide apart that my cock was fucking the wet grass while my asshole, so deliciously open was mercilessly pounded by my lover's fat cock. If it hadn't been raining already, I felt like someone should have turned a hose on us. I am a wanton whore now.

My upended asshole was now well used to the unrelenting reaming ministered by Gary's thick rod, and he stepped up his attack so that I could hear the 'Smack! Smack! Smack!' of his loins against my soaking butt cheeks above the roar of the heavy rain that christened our coupling. I was in pure anal bliss, my being centered on the warm tingle of his dick reaming my hole without quarter.

I curved my back further down and rested my face on its side in the soaked puddle of his back yard lawn. I felt his slippery hands on my hips, holding me as he slammed home. I brought my knees up under me from their widely splayed position so that I was squatting, resting my buttocks on my heels, then slid my knees fully apart again. I could not have been more open, and he took advantage, hammering himself into the furthest depths of my rectum.

I again lowered my face to the grass in ultimate submission, the heavy rain pounding my back, flowing down and running off my shoulders as my asshole widened and contracted with each full-length thrust of his massive member. He reamed my hole with animal abandon, literally as if he was trying to fuck the last vestiges of heterosexuality out of me. I admit, I took to faggotry with utter, undeniable enthusiasm.

Suddenly, he pulled me up, still deep inside me and grabbed me around the waist as he lowered himself onto his back, putting me in a reverse cowgirl. I loved riding him, but I was having none of this: I wanted to look at him while he fucked me. I swiveled around so I was facing him, straddling his cock, and began humping up and down savoring the full feeling as his fat dick split me. I ran my hands across the hair on his chest, slick and matted by the downpour.

I leaned back, sitting on my haunches and looked up at the thunderous sky. Many years later, I would feel this moment and my dick would actually stiffen up as I watched that scene in 'The Shawshank Redemption' when Tim Robbins crawls out of the prison sewer and embraces the falling rain. That is what I felt as I rode my first cock: freedom.

I heard Gary say something and looked down, but couldn't hear him through the roar of the rain, so I leaned down, kissed him, and he yelled.

"I'm close! I'm gonna cum pretty soon!"

"Roll me over!"

He did, putting me into the missionary position. This is how I wanted my first gay orgasm, and I pulled my knees wide and back until they rested on the soaking grass, and pinned them down with my elbows, opening myself up for my lover's pleasure. He hunched above me, his thrusts hard and fast as he fucked me for the Paradise Stroke. I wrapped my hand around my dick and realized that just touching it was setting me off. I let loose, wanting to try and wait, but I couldn't. I was a goner, and I wanted Gary to see me come.

"I'm gonna come, baby! Fuck me! I'm gonna come!"

He drove home, piercing my fuck hole with all his strength and might. I could see he was on the verge, so I stroked my cock furiously, clenching my slippery anus around him. Here it comes...

"Oh baby, I'm coming!"

My cum spurted out with such force that it cut through the raindrops, landing in my open mouth and I tasted my first cock-given orgasm, salty and sweet. Another huge rope of sperm followed, again flying into my mouth. I savored my own semen, wishing it was Gary's, but I would taste his another time. The next hot squirts fell on my chest, quickly diluted and washed away by the deluge. I was firmly in Heaven with the most earth-shaking come of my life rattling my body to my soul. Gary watched me and lost all control.

" I'm coming baby!"

"Come in me Gary! Come in my ass! Yeah... Come, baby!"

He fell onto me, his arms snaking around me to hold me tightly, spread as open as any bitch could ever be for his man. His mouth desperately sought mine and as his tongue entered and met mine, I felt the warmth and pressure of his cum flooding my bowels.

He tensed and released, kissing me with more urgency than I had ever experienced before. I felt each pulse as his cock expelled his sperm into my depths. I was becoming looser with his fresh hot white lubricant as I contracted and released my hole around his squirting dick, doing my best to milk the cum out of him.

He grunted into my mouth as he hurled the last of himself up my asshole, his seed finding a most welcome purchase within me.

His kiss became more loving as the immediate throws of ecstasy subsided. He kissed me like a true lover as I held my arms around his neck, my bowels soaked with him, gloriously fulfilled and filled full. I ran my hands through his wet hair as our tongues caressed each other.

He let out a huge breath and slumped on top of me. We continued our kiss, still oblivious to the raging downpour, for several minutes before he rolled off onto his back beside me. Both of us were panting hard as we looked up into the falling rain.

Eventually, he rose, helped me to my feet and held my shaking body up as he walked me under the patio roof. We collapsed onto the couch with our arms around each other.

After a moment he took his glass of wine and handed me mine. He toasted me, our glasses clinking together.

"To you, Bill."

"To you Gary."

We crooked our forearms around one another's and drank from the other's glass. My hand was shaky, my body was still trembling, but not from the cold.

My new lover and I were just getting started.