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Chapter 6 – Bottoms time in the tub. Rectal exploration

Another day, indeed another warm evening. The breeze that had cooled the heat during the day had died away leaving a limpid and totally smooth lake surface. Not a ripple disturbed the water except when the fish began leaping for insects. A delightful series of faint splashes across the water as Ben made his way back along the shore, his rod – his fishing rod – held firmly in his hand.

As on other days so good to see his newfound friends down by the shore. Even from a distance he could see they were naked. He wondered what game or games they might play that evening? Might it be another musical game. Ben’s tongue slid across his lips without him being conscious of what he was doing – might he be going down on the girls again? Mmmm! Might he have to suck Greg and Graham’s cocks again? It was not exactly the end of the world though Greg’s did stretch his mouth a bit! He could imagine that by the end of the holiday there was a fair chance one or other of the men would be cumming – ejaculating – in his mouth. Again, not the end of the world – he had, after all, engaged in that rather sensual kissing ‘game’ yesterday. His mouth was not a stranger to their semen. He could cope.

What might they play? The figures were getting larger and he could almost discern, he thought, which were male and which female. What game might they play? There was fucking of course! The normal sexual activity, even if not normally with other men’s wives. There had not been much of that… leastways with him involved. There had been that one ‘quickie’ in the dark – and he still did not know whose vagina he had so suddenly found himself enclosed within. He very much liked the idea. A proper, common or garden fuck! Well, maybe not so ordinary. Perhaps ‘musical fuck’ with the girls rising from one penis to go and sit upon another one when the music stopped, or the men make their way around the tub from bent over girl to bent over girl – or perhaps a different sexual position each circuit! Surely something like that would be in the offing. Ben pleasantly erected at the thoughts.

His friends naked by the lake shore. That would almost certainly mean sexual activity later. What a joy to have that in prospect after a day’s fishing. Not one but three women to play with; or, rather, for him to play their games. What would the game be?

He walked onwards, the house and figures growing larger but, and that was beginning to puzzle him, he was having some difficulty determining which was male and which female. They had seen him, that he could determine by them waving but… but… it was very odd. There were five figures but three appeared to be male rather than two. Was there a visitor, but if so where was one of the girls? A visitor who was happy to be naked with them; a visitor who seemed not merely to be naked but erect. Ben was more than puzzled.

They were in the hot tub when he finally reached them. It was just them. There was no visitor. The usual pleasantries, the usual enquiries about the day, the usual watching as he undressed and joined them in the tub. Pleasant to slip into the warm water, pleasant to slip in naked with naked friends. He was conscious of being the outsider, the newest member of the group – if he was a member not merely a visitor – and careful to follow what were its apparent norms. He was loath to reach and touch underwater until touched but that came fairly quickly. How good to be sitting there in the swirling water and feel fingers touching his knee and then thigh; fingers walking up his skin towards his already growing penis. Ben reached towards Mary on his right, though the fingers touching him, stroking his free floating scrotum might well not be hers, might be anyone of his bath companions.

Ben received a bit of a surprise. Instead of Mary’s curling hair his hand found an erection, a bone hard curving erection, as hard as he had ever felt. Had Mary become half man during the day? A rather dramatic transformation or… or the obvious; she was, indeed, wearing a strap-on dildo. Ben’s exploring hand felt the straps holding it in place. What was that for? Were they all about to fuck the girls? Was it about to be some very strange game in or out of the tub? Were they shortly to be all running around with erections?

Sort of. It was sort of like that. Ben was right as regards his thought that everyone was about to fuck the girls but that thought was incomplete. Considerably incomplete. Everyone was about to fuck everyone else and, as an inevitable corollary, everyone was about to be fucked.

He was not sure what to do, sitting there in the warm swirling water holding Mary’s plastic cock. There was no point, no point at all stroking Mary’s plastic erection. There were no nerves within it. She would not feel it at all.

“Why” he whispered.

In his ear, Mary’s breath and her voice. And a flick of her tongue. Sensual – sexual.

“To fuck your bottom.”

“Oh!”

“What are you whispering?” It was Greg.

“I was saying to Ben that he might enjoy being buggered for a afyon escort change.”

“A cock up your bum eh?” Greg stood and there it was, his big cock peeled and ready. Unnerving to a man unused to such things! Ben was speechless for a moment.

“Mary’ll be gentle I’m sure with her cock!”

Ben found his voice, “Oh… Mary’s, I thought you might mean… I thought for a moment you meant yours.” He could do that with Mary. Could imagine, just about, bending over for Mary.

“Well,” said Mary, what I meant was… it’s a game. Another game, a game we can all play…” A pause, “Greg included. Shall we, shall we all fuck each other’s bottoms. Do a few rounds of buggery.”

“Oh.” It was ‘oh,’ and unexpected. All the girls had strap-ons and all the men had… Should he go with the flow again? It was a bit more ‘flow’ than he had been expecting. A torrent more really! The idea of Mary, and Felicity, and Liz’s ‘other place’ quite pleasing, but Graham and ‘big’ Greg?

“But… but surely… it’s too…” he said, looking at Mary not Greg. But before he could finish Mary was answering, guessing the question.

“You – we – we’ll all need a bit of easing first, a bit of lubricating. I expect your bottom is as tight as mine.”

A finger upon it, Mary’s finger he was sure, stroking away at it. A very good feeling, his anal opening so sensitive and so personal – and, yes, tight. Exciting to have the woman’s finger there, even pushing at it. Ben looked around the tub. Did they all know or guess what Mary was doing? Were others doing the same?

He had gone with their games before. Had been more than delighted – even swimming naked away from their boat to a ‘desert island;’ had accepted sucking the men and being sucked; had swallowed cum that was not his own but… but…

“I think,” said Mary, “it’s time we got ourselves ready for our game. Get really oiled – and I don’t mean with wine! Not sensible to start before we’re ready.” The finger was withdrawn – almost literally – from Ben’s bottom hole; it had been almost going in. “Come on, out we get.”

Ben was not the only one with an erection, all the women had one, and so did the men. He was not at all alone. Perhaps it was the Newbie’s job; perhaps it was already planned; perhaps they had all talked, but Ben was invited by Mary to do the greasing, to do all six and, knowing if he wanted it ‘easy,’ it was important he should make it as easy for the others as for his own bottom. No half measures or cursory oiling. He stood there in half disbelief yet knowing if he was to go through with it, he should lubricate everyone really well. Not just externally but internally. It was not something he could not do: only, did he really want to?

Three strap-ons for the girls making them look half… well, a bit male anyway. It would be ‘Rub a dub dub, six men in a tub!’ Each doing the rounds under the cover of the water.

“This may help,” said Mary.

Ben’s eyes opened wide. It was a sealing gun, a caulking gun, a mastic applicator – one of those things builders use for applying mastic and the like to seal sinks to worktops, worktops to upstands or apply silicon around a shower. Metal with a spring and trigger and a full-sized plastic cartridge of lubricant. Bottoms were not about to be sealed or caulked up – anything but! The only bunging up would be a buggering bung, a real or artificial penis temporarily placed. The real penises ultimately doing rather what the gun did; inserting lubricant. The gun might have been just what could be purchased in a hardware shop but the cartridge rather different. The cartridge certainly moulded to fit but its nozzle in the shape of a small erect penis, the edge suitably rounded for the task, the opening not simply cut and therefore sharp, but moulded and smooth, oval shaped like the urethral opening from where one or other of the two fluids is expelled from a penis. The design upon the cartridge anything but what a builder might expect – a graphic illustration of a cock.

One by one his new-found friends bent over, hands clasping ankles. Five bottoms presented to him, buttocks spreading as they bent, five anal openings revealed to him. It was a sight Ben had most definitely not expected on his holiday. He stood there, penile lubricant gun in his hand, naked and with his erection, if not as firm as when he got out of the tub, certainly standing before him.

What had Ben Baker got himself into! Should he or should he not? He looked from Liz’s bottom to Felicity’s and then on to Mary’s. Did he want to penetrate, did he want to feel their soft buttocks against him as he slid into their ‘other’ passages? Of course he did! Of course he did! But… Ben stared at Graham’s ‘rosebud’ and hairy bottom. That was not what he had ever thought to do.

Ben wanted to bugger the girls; Ben was on holiday; did it really matter; who back home would know; why not go with the flow?

Upon a table, olive oil poured into a saucer. Thick and green. An excellent lubricant. Ben dipped his finger into the oil, his mind made up. A first application afyon escort bayan of lubrication, needed to ease each before using the gun. Openings to the body but not yet very open! He started with his own. A finger in the oil, a reaching behind and a gentle stroking round and round. Staring at Liz’s opening and her lovely buttocks as he did so. And, of course, then it was Liz he started with; Ben was not going to begin with the men! His fingers dipped into the oil and then, reaching forward, he touched the little wrinkled hole. A hole he needed to ease so it could accept his and other cocks – real or make believe. His cock there before him, firming again at the thought. He really was going to be pushing his cock into that anal orifice, being clasped by it and sliding easily in and out on a sheen of lube. He was going to be right between Liz’s lovely cheeks. It made him want to try there and then. Just a touch. But perhaps not yet permitted – not until under the water.

Rather more sobering when he looked at the next in line. Perhaps he should do all the girls first, but it was easiest really just to go down the line of bottoms. Graham’s bottom there, his buttocks hairy and more muscular than Liz’s, a harder and firmer bottom. Hard, like the man’s penis Ben could see hanging between his legs. But his anus little different from Liz’s – if he was objective. If Ben shut his eyes he doubted he would know the difference. Indeed, that was just what he did; closing his eyes as his fingers touched and stroked around the rubbery opening. In his mind the thought that he was still stroking Liz’s bottom hole.

By the time he had done all five he was getting somewhat into the stride of the job. A man becoming experienced at preparing bottoms for anal intercourse! He went down the line again, but this time seeking to apply the oil inside not just externally. Sticking a finger into each bottom in turn. Including the men. Feeling the rubbery corrugations give way to a silky, hot smoothness. Ben staring, a little amazed, as his index finger disappeared into one bottom after the other. And it was exciting. His penis stayed hard and up in the air. Ben breathed out slowly as he reached behind him and pushed the oily finger into his own hole, his penis head soaring over Liz’s bottom – yes, inches from her increasingly ready orifice.

Another oiling with his finger – fingers. He oiled one from each hand this time. Again, it was so something he could not have imagined himself doing. What would he think back in England if a photograph was taken? Ben Baker standing naked and erect behind a man also with erection – a large one – the man bent over and Ben’s forefinger very clearly up his arse. He reached and pushed his other oiled forefinger into Mary’s bottom and smiled for the non-existent camera. At least he had a finger up – well up – each of the married couple’s bottoms. It made it a little bit better in his mind.

So strange, so embarrassing really to be walking behind the bent over people and greasing each of their bottom holes in turn. And he could not say it did not turn him on. His penis betrayed him. It was not going down. Anything but. A strange confusion as to whether it was a female or male bottom hole he was easing unless he looked below: to the oval of the vagina or the hanging scrotum – which revealed all. Never would he have imagined doing this to five people, or being strangely indifferent to their sex, whether female or male. Indifferent, but not to the prospect of sexual relations. Bottoms first, perhaps vaginas another time. Please! It was strange how the peculiar holiday seemed to entail anything but putting penises in vaginas. He wanted to do that. To go home with the memory of penetrating and ejaculating in three different vaginas was more than a pleasing prospect, but all those bottoms, male and female? It had not been on his radar.

It was now time to use the ‘gun’ and ensure an easy slipperiness. Everyone was eased enough. It was now time to fill. Liz first. Lovely to see those auburn curls peaking out; to see the clam shell of her sex under her bottom. Would she mind if he had just a little poke, just a little sliding of his penis between her lips into her vagina – just to see if she had become as excited as he? His erection, his smooth peeled knob there in front of him inches from her. But he needed to go with the flow. It was the time to play a game of bottoms. He was going to have sexual relations; he was going to be inside Liz – just not where he really wanted to be.

Nonetheless so erotic to present the penis shaped nozzle to Liz’s brown, corrugated hole and push, watch the small but accurately formed bulb of the plastic penis’ head open her and slip inside. Clearly his oiling had worked. It went in as easy as anything. On into her, three and a half inches of hard plastic penis disappearing and then he pulled the trigger. One squeeze, another squeeze and then another. A bit like an ejaculation! Was Liz feeling it like that, the sudden squirting of a thick lubrication?

Slowly he withdrew and watched the orifice escort afyon close, leaking a little. He was amused to see the manufacturers of the sex product had made the lube look like semen.

“You ready, Graham?”

“Yep, fuck away!”

No different really to what he had just done to Liz. Yet he could see the effect upon Graham. As he pushed the plastic penis into his friend’s bottom he could see the man’s penis strengthening and then jerking when he fired the lube into him.

“Oh, yeah, strangely good – Ben. Give me another.”

Another squeeze upon the trigger and then Ben withdrew from Graham. A quick look up the tube (not Graham’s!) to check he had not used too much lube. He certainly wanted plenty left over for himself! The lube oozed from him. The ejaculations – and it rather seemed like that – of the grease gun seemed to have very much achieved its object.

Onto Felicity, onto Greg and then a fifth slippery hole. Once more the nozzle slipped easily in. This time into Mary. A few squeezes of the trigger and Ben imagined just how slippery she was becoming inside. By now the association of ejaculation and squeezing the trigger very much in his mind. His penis even jerked in time with his squeezing of the trigger.

“Shall I – you?” Mary took the gun and Ben bent over, his hands now holding his ankles and his anus exposed not just to Mary but to all of them. They were all looking. He waited, knowing his bottom was about to be invaded for the first time. A touch and then Mary was sliding the penis shaped nozzle into him as easy as anything; a nozzle – no, a small cock going into his bottom. He had done it to them all and now was feeling it himself. A touch of metal to his cheeks and then the ‘ejaculation.’ Mary was certainly pulling the trigger, he could feel the spurting as the lubrication came out of the nozzle into his bottom. One, two, three and then four. His penis jerked. He could certainly feel the ejaculation. She was not holding back, had put more in his bottom than he had in hers. He was the last so, she could really pump him full. A strange feeling but, of course, stranger feelings were to come.

He had known whose bottom he was greasing but when it came to the bottom fucking it proved all very different. Mary produced blindfolds. “So exciting not knowing who is in your… or who you are in. No touching breasts, Ben, so you just won’t know even the sex – perhaps. It makes me so excited.”

The others were smiling at him. The games they played were clearly ‘different.’ He would go with the ‘flow.’ What was it with the anonymity? Not so much in disguise, as perhaps a masked ball might just be; the group creating an anonymity beneath the waters of the tub or with blindfolds.

Of course, he did not know once he had put his blindfold on whether the others had all removed theirs and were playing games with him. How had it been when Peter was there? How difficult was it all for them to carry on as before, but with the notable absence of Peter? He knew he was filling a space – or might he have been a seventh had Peter been there by the lake and Liz and Peter not broken up? Might he still have been invited as a fourth cock in the tub? Three women and four men – an imbalance.

Blindfolded he would not know, or would he, whether it was a real or plastic penis in his bottom. Blindfolded they clambered into the water, each helping the others. Ben felt a hard penis on his thigh, a real one, he could tell against his thigh, just a touch, as Graham or Greg got in. He was going to feel more than just a touch shortly.

“Right,” said Mary, “before we sit down we’ll do a bit more mixing up until no one knows who is next to him or her. Then sit down and the one whose knee I touch starts the game, he or she – I won’t even know – gets up and then moves backwards between the person to his or her left’s knees and that person does the inserting – and you know where! Only the penis touches – not touching and feeling to see who is settling down on your cock be it male or female. The recievee merely settles down upon it and, yes, fucks! The receiving bottom then moves around the tub until all five penises have gone in and then it is the turn of the person next to the original receive – to the left – to get up and rotate. This continues until everyone has taken everyone else in and been in everyone else’s bottom. No cumming, men, we don’t want to find we’re sitting down on a limp dick. Women can come as much as they like!”

So matter of fact, as if putting penises, flesh or plastic, in bottoms was as normal as drinking a cup of tea. Ben felt his own bottom under the water. He had eased his own with the grease but now he could feel not just that it was slippery but a warmth spreading around and within. The thick, clear lubricant had something within it. Ben had done nothing like this before, no girlfriend of his had ever so much as expressed a desire to penetrate his bottom. None had sought to perhaps give him a good spanking and then fuck him, perhaps with a strap on; none had expressed a desire to be the male of the couple for an evening. And most certainly no man had placed his penis there and pushed. Ben had not even fondled another man’s penis before meeting Mary and co., yet he had rather fallen in with the group’s distinctly odd sexuality. He was on holiday after all. He would go with the flow.

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