[M/M] Curiosity Sated, P2 | 2016

After the shower (and discovering just how much I loved stretching my rear~), I had asked a few questions of my friend via text before quietly leaving things alone and going on with life. I was trying to keep my occasional shower-time antics hidden from my family as I experimented and learned, slowly searching through the internet, reading stories, finding pictures... At the time I still thought of myself as straight. Ish. Maybe into pegging...

But the year wore on, and soon a new semester meant new lunch tables. Sam had mostly disappeared back into the crowd of students. I saw him on occasion and would sometimes talk with him online, but generally moved along with my life. Slowly, more and more showers were being devoted to toying with my rear as the bottle and I were getting quite familiar, and more questionable thoughts slipping into my head. I wondered what cum might feel like up my rear, how a a warm, throbbing shaft might just feel even better with the veins on the surface...

And yet, my slowly developing thoughts were quickly suppressed and dashed. Another friend of mine had actually become Sam's boyfriend, and went through a traumatic experience when they found out he was gay: They quite literally disowned him. Before I had been hiding my developing thoughts just out of shyness, but after that... It left some scars. I actively quit and took as many steps as I could to hide anything, everything from my parents.

Which leads to the slow, four-year gap of falling out of contact with Sam entirely, as he graduated the next year and vanished.

And yet, I couldn't escape the thoughts. They kept turning up at odd times, curling into my mind. A daydream of sucking a thick shaft here, a session of pleasuring myself and imagining serving a guy or two there... Eventually, I found myself toying around at online forums and such, playing around here on reddit, even shyly sneaking into some IRC rooms to play around. As quiet and reserved as I am in real life, I was slowly developing quite a different personality online. All four years passed with minimal toying around - about once a month I'd sneak a session in with the bottle, but showers stayed on as playtimes easily, devoted to generally everything I could fantasize about. Which was very, very quickly falling to be a rather interesting mix as I discovered more and more fetishes and relaxed again.

A few months ago, though, I ran into Sam again and swapped numbers and such, talking happily with the old friend from high school. We got to discussing things, gently teasing back and forth as he asked me about my sexuality. I'd never shown a hint of it in high school, shy as I was, and he and his boyfriend had wondered about it heavily at the time.

I thought for a bit, at this time having had... Well. Quite a few experiences online. "Pan" I'd told him eventually, leading to a small discussion of how I'd discovered it. Blushing hard, I texted back, slowly admitting everything I'd done over the years. The shower, the bottle, playing around with people online, even camming once or twice for guys. We talked for quite a while about my love of bottoming for the bottle, of wondering lightly what it'd be like to be taken and used by a guy, properly.

Sam teased me again, tossing in a comment about doing a cam session for him sometime. I blushed, hard, biting my lip. I'd never done one with someone who knew me before - they'd always been short little things for people I thought I'd never see in real life... And yet...

He'd teased me about my body gently before, mentioning how he'd always had a bit of a thing for pudgy guys. I thought about it, fiddling with my shirt and boxers, then teased him into a skype call as soon as I could.

It didn't take long before I had my laptop set up, camera aimed at my thick rear as I replied to him on my phone, working out a system that didn't need me to contort back and read the screen or use the keyboard. I was shyly wiggling my rear, blushing away as a very evident bulge grew and leaked in the tight little boxers for him. He sat there, typing away instructions as I slowly relaxed and settled into teasing him.

The tight undies snuggled close to my thick cheeks and outlined my balls heavily as I tugged it upwards, arching my back and pressing closer to the camera. Down they came, slowly, the elastic band left to slowly bite into the thick cheeks and lift them gently every now and again, slowly teasing him with the reveal. They slipped free, and I spread my thighs, fully exposing my bare rear and throbbing shaft to him. I certainly couldn't keep my hands off, intent on groping myself and shivering to tease him all the more.

Slowly, I played with myself, following instructions, slipping my shirt off and showing off my cute little pudge, toying with my nipples. He took to nicknaming me Panda, making fun of my build and orientation, grinning and asking if I was a red panda from loving to spank my own ass. Sam toyed we me as much as I teased him, eager to make him cum. I loved the flashes of the view I got, blushing hard when I saw his shaft. He was thick, thicker than most guys, and a little longer than average. Certainly not as big as my bottle, but... Well. He'd made off-hand comments about always being the bottom in his last relationships. He'd tried topping, but none of them wanted to take him very often.

I, on the other hand, was severely turned on by his size as he sat there, stroking and telling me what to do.

Soon, when he'd had me show off everything I could, I was made to switch back to showing him my thick little ass, bending low and pressing backwards to tease him. Swift comments came, about pressing a tongue deep into the tight little hole, slicking it up for a stuffing with his thick cock. The idea made me shiver as I thickly groped my rear, one hand slowly milking my shaft. He came soon after, loosing it as I teased my ass mercilessly and texted back all the things I'd love to do to his shaft. Kiss it, lick it, suck on it slowly.. Have it roughly abuse my throat, take my ass hard....

Relaxing, he sat back and teased me back again, urging me into staying like I was and milking an orgasm out of myself. I shivered and happily followed through with his request. At this point the towel below me was absolutely laced with heavy amounts of precum - Apparently, exhibitionism was a bit of a fetish for me. Soon after strings of sticky white laced the black fabric, joining the clear strands already soaking it as I collapsed, panting, into the mess.

With a grin, he commented that he'd always wanted to try topping again, maybe with someone a little less.. afraid of his size. He was between boyfriends, clean, and open to playing around in a Friends With Benefits style of thing, provided I didn't end up screwing with other people while he was helping me experiment with things. And it turned out he lived all of five minutes away from me.

I typed an agreement to his proposal as soon as I had my breath back.

Hello there! I know some people at least enjoyed the last segment of my experiences so far at playing around with Sam. Hopefully this one should help clear up a few things and help bring out how the last one leads to what recently happened.. All of this was, oh, about two months ago now, really... Though as shy as I am in real life, it took me that long to work up the courage and progress with him. Suffice it to say though... I have at least two more stories I could write about him...

Any case, I hope you enjoyed the story. Questions or comments are welcome~

Edit: I do have a question for those who read this; Even though each one of these technically took place separately as an individual story, would it be better if I put them all in a string in the comments on a single one, or each segment individually? I wasn't really sure which would work better, so.