The day had passed by otherwise uneventfully.  That night I was met with the conflicting sensations of pain in my ass and more frequent arousal.  By morning, neither subsided, even after going to the bathroom.  In the shower that morning, after going about my normal cleaning routine I stood there under the warm water, my hand gliding over my dimpled buttocks, and let my finger slip between my cheeks.  I let my fore finger slide over my hole, imagining his lubed finger as he had the day before, then pushed it in.  Tighter than I imagined it would be, my hole easily gave way as my finger slid in.  To say it was soothing was no understatement.  The pain that I had been experiencing had given way to a blissfully soothing sensation.  With the pressure and pain relieved, I got dressed and made my way onto my day.

By the time my friend and I had met up late in the afternoon I had come to the conclusion that I would be seeing the man in the restroom again.  Had I not fingered myself, had that pain not subsided, I doubt very much I would have pursued another meeting with him, or likely anal sex for some time.  Fortune, I suppose, had favored me and my friend as he would end up benefiting from my newfound sense of sexual awareness. 

Sex between my friend and I was rarely a frequent occurrence.  It wasn't, to say, that we avoided it but as much as we liked it, it wasn't a must whenever we met up.  That afternoon however I was only interested in his cock.  I wanted desperately to show him what I had learned and to once again feel a sock fucking my ass.  As we made our way into his room, I wasted little time with formalities and dropped to my knees in front of his crotch.

Whether it was the smell of his cock and balls or simply the thought of them that turned me on, I don't know, but as I undid his jeans and pulled them off his butt I could barely contain my excitement.  My hand slid over his package neatly contained within his underwear.  I could see and smell the evidence of precum on his underwear from throughout the day.  My mouth ached to meet his cock and with a slow sensual tug, I pulled them down.

His cock flopped up, freed from the confines of his white cotton briefs.  I lifted his cock up, held firmly in hand, and slid my mouth down along his cock.  His cock slid in and out of my mouth, my lips straining against his shaft, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

With the man in the restroom I had honestly learned to appreciate the feeling of a cock against my lips and in my mouth.  The feeling of my tongue on the rigid underside of his cock, the feeling of his veins, and the underside of his shaft felt incredibly hot.  Especially with precum or cum to make it slicker.  My mouth and his cock became entwined in a dance that could only end one way.  

With my mouth agape, his cock deep in my throat, he came.  His engorged, throbbing cock pushed back against the confines of my throat.  I could feel the cum surging through the bottom of his shaft with my lip, while with every burst of cum his cock fully engorged.  There was little cum to taste and swallow but I sensed I was growing fond of how an orgasm felt inside me. 

I couldn't part with his cock quite yet.  Using my tongue I played with his cock head some more, and licked and sucked every remaining molecule of cum off his cock.  After a few more minutes of lovingly sucking his cock I got back up on my feet and kissed him.  There was no loss off appreciation for the task I had performed in his kiss.  Deep and passionate it was everything he could have asked for in that moment. 

Standing there, half-naked, with his cock pressed against me, we made out.  A couple of moments later we were undressing each other and heading for his bed.  A scene often repeated with us, making out naked on the bed had become a pastime.  When it seemed like he was once again unable to contain his cock, I asked if he wanted to fuck me.

After much discussion over the hows and whys, I turned over beneath him, his cock sliding up against the crack in my ass.  Hidden within his bedside nightstand was a tube of KY recovered from the clearing.  He pulled it out squeezing out a glob of it onto my ass then his hand to spread across his cock.  There was a lot of pent up excitement and expectation on my part as he pressed his cock against my hole.  Once again it hurt, almost as much as it did the first time, but there was no polite pause as he pushed his cock deep inside my ass. 

The difference between the mature, experienced style of the man in the restroom, and that of my friend was unquestionably evident.  My friend was impatient, rushed, uneven.  The man in the restroom, steady, rhythmic, in control.  It didn't make sex with my friend any less fun, it actually made it exciting.  As much as I had learned about being fucked from a different person, anal sex actually became a shared experience for the both of us. 

With barely a moments rest my friend began pounding my ass with relentless force.  His hips slapping solidly against my reddening butt cheeks were nary evidence of the pain I was being subjected to.  Pain in this case is certainly subjective.  While his speed of entry certainly was painful, it was the fact that my ass never was able to relax against his cock that made the experience more difficult than anything else.  My ass was tight around his cock.  I felt every thrust in places I hadn't felt a much bigger cock a couple of days before. 

It wouldn't be until a few minutes later that my friend would stop, lean forward against my back for a breath and then kissing that I would get an opportunity to relax my ass just a bit.  It really wasn't that it was painful, not in a sharp, stabbing-like pain.  I was clamping down. 

After a much needed pause from the excitement and face sucking, he pulled himself upright and began fucking me again.  A little bit slower than before, everything about the fucking felt much better this time.  His hands grasped my waist as he thrust his cock deep in my ass.  This time he had found the right groove.  I couldn't help but moan approvingly as he pumped my ass.

Like a cat in heat having it's ass scratched, I couldn't help but keep my ass up there for him to fuck while I moaned appreciatively.  For ten minutes he fucked me with the same, fast-paced, deep thrusting.  The long, slow build-up was more intense than I had experienced before.  It wasn't until he himself was getting closer to cumming and his cock became rigid that I felt myself going over the edge into orgasm.  My ass firmed down on his cock, but not tight enough that he wasn't able to keep thrusting his rigid, engorged cock inside me.  With my ass tight around his cock he too found himself cumming.  For the both of us, the nearly perfectly time orgasms were evidence of just how pleasurable fucking could be. 

This time as he leaned forward I could feel the heat from his chest before he even laid against my back.  He was wet with sweat as we kissed.  We laid there in a heap for a while, quietly, softly kissing.  With this moment my friend and I has thoroughly and effectively crossed the bridge from friendship to lovers.  Rarely did we go a day without sex from that point on until the day our relationship ended.