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Fletcher - The Wrong Lube - Egan
🕑 Added 2026-01-12 19:19:23 +0000 UTCI graduated from high school in the spring of ‘91. I decided to take a gap year and do some traveling. I was by no means a virgin, but was incredibly careful with who and when I had sex because puberty struck at the exact same time the “gay plague” became headline news. I don’t know what terrified me more, catching it or being outed to my family. It’s a coin flip, really. So I stayed deep in the closet. Overcompensating with sports every season, so I could say I was “too busy to date.”
My Dad always bragged to all his friends about how much of a “man” I am because of my commitment to sports and physical fitness. My Mom was always bragging to her friends about how I’m “going to make some woman very happy someday.” The reality was I was completely uninterested in women and was desperate to get plowed by another guy.
By the fall, I had traveled to thirteen different European countries, met dozens of gay men, and had sex with a fair number of them. Always safe, unless you consider location a factor in safety. I hooked up with guys in hostels, campgrounds, and some questionable cruising areas, but always used a condom if penetration was involved, and would spit out a load if he shot in my mouth…unless I didn’t have an option.
As the weather turned, I found myself making my way back to Dublin, Ireland, to catch a flight to the States for the holidays.
On my last night in town, I decided to go all out. I locked my stuff up in a locker at the Hostel I was staying at for the night and went out with a couple of people I had met before while hopscotching around the country.
We had a few pints of Guinness and were singing along to the live music at Temple Bar. It was a blast. Unfortunately, those guys had an early flight back to Australia in the morning, so they headed back to the Hostel and left me to close out the night alone.
As I waited to get served, I struck up a conversation with a guy who introduced himself as Egan. We got to chatting, and he ordered us some Jameson, straight up.
Between the music and the liquor, I was having a great time. When Egan put his hand on my knee, I didn’t think much of it. He’s a good-looking guy, slightly older than me, probably mid-twenties, in good shape. I’m more of a jock, so my muscles are leaner than his. He told me he does iron work for a living, whatever that means. As his hand continued to travel up my thigh, I started to question if I was going to hook up with this guy. I’m not very picky, but this guy had a bit of a beard. It was kept trim, but I learned early on, with experimenting with men, that the scratchy beards take me out of it when we’re fooling around. Something about his kind eyes, though, the way he looks at me like I’m the only guy in the bar, did get my blood flowing.
Once our glasses were empty, he leaned in and asked if I wanted to come back to his flat. I was feeling pretty loose, and it was my last night in Ireland, possibly ever, so I wanted my trip to go out with a bang, and I said yes.
He had a place a bit of a walk away. I think we walked for about twenty minutes before we were at his door. It was an apartment he shared with a friend, so we had to be quiet until we were in his bedroom.
He turned on a lamp in the corner; it wasn’t bright, which was nice. I sat on his bed and started taking my shoes off as he poured us another drink. This was just a knuckle of whiskey, which we took down pretty quickly. I didn’t need any more to drink, but I didn’t want it to go to waste either.
He took the glasses, setting them on the nightstand, then he was all over me. As predicted, his beard was scratchy as hell. But his lips were tender, and the sounds he made as we frot against each other had me turned on. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to pitch or catch, but I was into it either way.
As our clothes came off, and I saw the tent in his white briefs, I no longer cared about the scratchy beard on my neck. He pulled my woven shirt and undershirt off together, then he was shoving my pants and briefs to the ground, and my cock flopped out. I wasn’t hard yet, but I was thickening. His hands roved over my body and mine over his. I’m not a hairy guy, but he had a dusting of hair on his pecs that narrowed into a line between his abs to his naval, then widened back out just before the waistband of his underwear.
His bulge wasn’t huge, but I could tell it was going to be thick and couldn’t help but get excited. Knowing I was heading back home and wouldn’t be able to have sex with other guys while home, at least for a while, this was kind of my last dick, and I was going to enjoy it.
He grabbed my upper thighs from behind and cupped the bottom of my ass cheeks through my underwear, his thumbs sliding just under the elastic leg holes of my briefs as he moaned. I no longer questioned if I was going to top him or if he was going to fuck me tonight. He kissed me a little more and then asked, “Can I rim you?”
My heart started racing, and I felt the effects of the alcohol rushing through my body as I nodded sloppily and grinned like a dufus. He smiled back, moaned, and gave me a peck on my upper lip before rolling me onto my stomach, pulling my underwear down and off my legs, then spreading my legs for his body to get down between my ass cheeks. He gave it a quick lick, sending shivers through my body. I stretched out on his mattress, exposing myself to him, and breathed heavily into the mattress. His hands spread me open, and his tongue started going to work. Circling gently at first, getting my pucker nice and wet, then over the next couple of minutes, he really munched on my hole.
I’ve been rimmed before, but this guy really gave me the royal treatment. I was practically bucking my ass up into his tongue and mumbling nonsense into his mattress before he stopped, climbed on top of me, and grind his dick hotdog style between my ass cheeks. He kissed my neck, mumbling, “fuck, I want to fuck you.” He kissed my upper back, “Would you like that?”
I nodded, and he continued to hump into me for a minute, then he got off the bed, went into the bathroom, and came back a minute later. I just lay there, too drunk to even roll onto my back to watch, or even look at his fully naked body. I felt so relaxed. When he got back on the bed, I heard him open his lube and started smearing it on my hole. I was really surprised by how easily his finger slid into my hole. I don’t usually like it when a guy fingers my hole, but he managed to slide in two with ease thanks to the lube. While it didn’t feel awkward or even sting, it still didn’t turn me on. When he pushed his fingers in all the way, I let out a little groan of discomfort.
“You ok?” He asked.
“Mmm-hmm,” I hummed into the mattress, then propped myself up on my elbows, turning to look at him in all his naked glory. I struggled to focus properly, but fuck, he looked sexy, even with his fingers inside my ass. He smiled, then started stroking his already shiny, lubed-up cock. It must have been 6” uncut, and by far the thickest cock I’ve ever seen. It made me clench around his fingers.
He chuckled, “Don’t worry, it’ll feel good. I’ll go nice and slow.” He continued to stroke himself as he shuffled around and straddled my ass as he slowly removed his fingers and wiped them off on a small towel he must have brought back with him from the bathroom. “Do you want some Amyl?”
“What?” I asked.
He chuckled again, “Some Amyl?” He picked up a little brown bottle and shook it. Then he uncapped it, put it under his nose, and inhaled deep. Then he did it again on the other side and offered me the bottle.
It didn’t kill him, and I’m adventurous enough to give it a try. I did just like he did, but took a smaller breath. The fumes were noxious, but I felt an instant rush, making my already loopy head spin even more. It was awesome, so I took a bigger hit the next time. As soon as I capped the bottle, I felt Egan rubbing his dick on my hole. The girth of his cock made him feel almost blunt instead of pointed, but then his precum-covered tip pushed through his foreskin and popped right into my hole.
“Oh fuck,” I squirmed out from under him, the pain of being spread open that fast, that much hitting me like a punch to the gut despite the alcohol and poppers. I flopped onto my back and sat against his headboard, rubbing my asshole as if that would soothe the shooting pain that hit deep inside, despite him only getting the tip in me. “Ungh…fuck, that hurt,” I groaned.
He sat there on his heels, knees spread wide, hairy balls dangling, and stroking his dick. “Sorry, are you ok?” He asked, his words apologetic but his face grinning.
I shut my eyes and rubbed myself, hissing, “Shit, that…I’m sorry, I’m just really tight,” I whined.
“Oh, shit, really? You opened up for my tongue pretty easily, I thought…is this your first time?” He asked.
I chuckled, feeling a little less pained. I opened my eyes, “No, I just…” and that’s when it hit me, “You’re not wearing a condom.”
He continued stroking himself, “No, I thought…shit, is that not ok?”
My eyebrows knit together, “No, that’s not ok. I don’t do that, I only just met you,” I grumbled and slurred my words.
“Shit,” he started stroking my leg with his free hand, continuing to jerk himself with his right hand.
Not wanting to spoil my last gay sex of the trip, and for God knows how long until I can get laid again, I still wanted him to fuck me and asked, “Do you have…a condom?”
“I do but…” he started.
“But, what?” I asked, continuing to rub my hole.
“But…I kinda…used the wrong lube for condoms,” he shrugged.
Feeling too drunk to understand, I pulled my hand up to look at the lube smeared all over it from rubbing my pucker. It didn’t look special. “What do you…how is there a wrong lube?” I chuckled at the stupidity of the idea.
“I just…I thought you were down to fuck raw, so I used the oil-based lube,” he said, as if that cleared it up.
Feeling drunk, horny, and now impatient, I spread my legs and started stroking my dick back to life now that the shock of penetration had worn off. “What’s wrong…with the oil stuff?”
He chuckled and shrugged, “You’re not supposed to use it with condoms.”
I raised an eyebrow, “Why?” He looked at me like I was stupid, but I had never heard of any lube being bad for condoms, and it felt like he was putting me on. I’ve had guys try to fuck me raw before, and they’ll say anything to get in, like they are possessed.
He smiled, “The oil basically eats away the latex, and it will fail…it’ll break, and you’ll end up with cum in you.”
I chuckled, “I’ve never had a condom break.”
“It’s true,” he insisted.
I could tell from his cute smile that he was pulling my leg. “So you’re saying we can’t fuck because of your special lube?” I started fingering my hole.
He huffed, holding back a smile, “I’m saying we can’t use a condom, it’ll break for sure.”
I sighed dramatically, “I can go wash it off,” and I sat up.
He chuckled, “Fletcher…You’re drunk.”
“Yes, Egan, but…” I took a long pause before remembering where I was going with that thought. “...I want to have sex…so I’ll go wash off the lube, and we can use the other stuff.”
“You can’t just wash it off,” he pushed gently on my chest, and I dramatically fell backward onto my back. “It’s inside you, a bunch of it. You’ll never get it all out,” he shrugged.
“So what, you don’t want to fuck me?” I groaned.
He rubbed my wide spread legs, “I want to fuck you, but I don’t want to go through my last two condoms and have you give me blueballs because they broke inside you.”
I chuckled. This sounded like a dumb, elaborate way to get me turned on and then cave to the bareback sex he was obviously into. “I’ll risk it,” I said.
He chuckled, “You’ll risk giving me blueballs?”
I rolled my head on the mattress from side to side, eyes shut, “No, no, I wouldn’t do that.”
He scooted closer between my legs so his cock grazed my balls again. “I want to believe you,” he leaned over me, his cock sliding down my crack, “but you’re already threatening to leave me high and dry if I don’t put on a condom.” Then he kissed my chin.
His dick running over my hole made me quiver. “Mmm…I won’t, I swear I won’t.”
“You won’t, what?” He asked and kissed my lips.
“Give you blueballs,” I insisted.
“Even if the condom breaks?” He asked.
I had my eyes closed, but I instinctively rolled them anyway. “Besides, it’s not going to break,” I tried not to moan from his kisses.
He kissed me again, then held himself above me, one hand planted on each side of my head on the mattress, “Dude, I’m telling you, this lube will eat the condom.”
My horniness was at an eleven out of ten. His thick cock was dangling between my ass cheeks and teasing my hole with each subtle movement of his body. I couldn’t help but chuckle, “I’ll take the risk.” I spread my legs and made a sloppy show of dipping a finger into my well-lubed hole.
He grinned devilishly, “Alright, but if it does break, I’m not pulling out and trying another condom.”
This guy’s lube didn’t even burn or feel weird; he was definitely just trying to convince me to let him fuck raw. I decided to play his game so I could get fucked. “Mmmm….yeah, if it breaks, I’ll admit I was wrong, and you get to fuck me raw,” I said, almost patronizing. I watched as he rolled on a condom; it stretched over his thick shaft and down to his balls. He held the tip correctly and seemed to be doing nothing nefarious, and I felt even more confident indulging his concerns about it breaking. When he leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out a different bottle of lube, I suddenly felt like this was how he really tricked me. Swapping out the lube now that all was said and done. “What are you doing?” I asked.
He flipped the cap open with his thumb. He shrugged, “It’s the condom friendly lube.”
I squinted, feeling drunk but not stupid. I shook my head. “Nah, nice try.” I grabbed the bottle and tried to read it, but the label was covered in lube from his previous sexual encounters, and most of the information was worn off.
“What?” He asked, stroking his condom covered cock.
“How do I know this isn’t some kind of acid you keep around to eat condoms?” I asked it jokingly, but I thought it was a fair question.
He chuckled, shrugging, “I guess you don’t. I can use it, or I can add more of the other stuff, but it would certainly break if I don’t use any lube before entering your tight little hole.” He let the pad of his thumb run over my pucker.
“Mmm, obviously, use the other stuff,” I said, putting this slimy bottle on his nightstand. He huffed, shaking his head, which only reinforced my belief in his swaparoo.
He quickly smeared the other lube on the condom, wiping his hand on my hole, then cleaned it off on the towel. He leaned over me, hooking my legs on his elbows to spread me open as he started kissing me again. His tongue wrestling mine as I felt his rod at my hole, smearing the lube around and gently pushing the tip in. I did a sharp inhale as my hole stretched around his intense girth, and the first inch pushed in. I groaned as he hit resistance and held himself there. His forehead resting on mine as I breathed before I leaned up and started kissing him again to let him know I was ready for more of his cock.
He moaned quietly into my mouth as he arched his hips out and pushed half of his cock into me.
“Oh fuck,” I broke our kiss and gasped. Slamming my hands onto the mattress and gripping fistfuls of his sheets.
“You’re ok,” He breathed into my mouth, arching his hips again and sinking another inch into me, practically splitting me open.
I know this is what I wanted, but fuck he’s thick. I tossed my head from side to side, trying to adjust to his thickness and whispering obscenities. I’ve taken over a dozen cocks since losing my virginity, and most of them over the last couple of months on this trip, but this is by far the thickest dick I’ve taken. Not the longest, but easily twice as thick as even the longest cock I’ve had in me. I felt the little glass bottle at my side, picked it up, and took a deep hit, then another before I even felt the rush of the first. The only saving grace was his thickness put so much pressure on my prostate that I could feel myself oozing precum, and it reminded me to stroke my own dick, and that instantly helped me to endure.
When the rush washed over me, and with my eyes closed, I started furiously pumping my 6” cut dick, breathing deeply and pumping like I wanted to get myself off as quickly as possible. He seemed to notice and gave me a warning thrust, reminding me he wasn’t just a toy for my pleasure as he pushed that last inch into me, and it stretched my insides wider than they’ve ever stretched. “Ngh…fuck,” I hissed, but slowed my stroking.
“You like it?” He asked.
I nodded, knowing there was no other acceptable answer when in this impaled position.
He adjusted his body to be even closer, his thighs wrapping around my ass and my legs dangling over his beefy arms as he started pumping with his hips. Short strokes deep inside at first, just preparing my hole for his girthy fucking about to come. I could feel myself loosening up for him and took another hit of the poppers before he started pounding me. He leaned in and inhaled off the bottle I was holding, taking a deep breath on each side as he ground his hips deep into me, and his beer can dick dug out my insides nice and slow.
“Mmmm,” I moaned as I capped the bottle and let the rush wash over me. The pain of his meat stretching me was gone. I felt relaxed as the room spun, even though I had closed my eyes to focus on the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of my hole. I started stroking myself with my right hand and let my left hand slowly feel its way down my crotch to his cock. I felt the condom on his dick and smiled to myself as I relaxed even more. “That feels so good,” I mumbled, stroking my dick slowly but tight enough that each pump was pushing me to the edge.
He leaned over me and started pumping harder and deeper. He would kiss me every half dozen thrusts, but just a peck. He pumped rhythmically, deep then back out, deep then back out, over and over. I was getting closer and closer to blowing my load. My toes were flared out as I tried to flex my ass around his cock as I had with other guys, but I was a little too stretched to get any more pleasure out of him. “Oh…Egan,” I breathed. “I’m getting close,” I warned. I knew if I shot off before him, I wouldn’t be able to handle his girth for more than a half dozen strokes before it felt awful, so I wanted him to be right there before I popped off.
He took the hint and adjusted himself on top of me, planking on his elbows and letting my legs wrap around his waist as he humped into me with an increased intensity. Which only brought me closer and closer to blowing my load with each stroke of his cock inside me. “Oh fuck,” he pumped. “I’m almost there,” he said, thrusting even faster.
The increased speed felt amazing in my guts, and rubbing my anal walls, I was in heaven, and my balls were pulling tight. “Fuck, I’m about to cum,” I grunted through strained breaths. My toes flared and then curled as I pumped my dick and flexed my hole around his pumping cock. “That feels so good,” I moaned. I tried to drag it out another minute, but the pleasure was so intense, and I was so close, the feeling of his warm cock sliding in and out of my guts with such ease, despite how thick he is, I was drunk with pleasure. “Oh shit,” I put a hand on his waist as I felt that first wad of intense orgasmic pleasure rocket out of my dick, shooting right up his chest. My legs wrapped tighter around him, pulling him into me for the next few pumps of his hips that synced perfectly with my spewing cock. “Ungh….ahhh….mmmm,” I whimpered under him as the last of my cum dribbled over my fist and onto my stomach.
My ass instantly started resisting his thrusting cock, and I winced. He put his mouth to mine and started deep thrusting. His silky cock was gliding through my tight sphincter; it was a mix of pain and pleasure. Each pump of his hips forced out another dribble of my own cum as he hooked his cock deep inside me and grunted into my mouth. I felt his dick swell and tremble as he kissed me and shoved himself a little deeper, the intensity of his orgasm sharing in my bliss. I felt warm and dazed as the air between us went from his lungs to mine and back while he continued to shoot his load. The burning sensation inside me from his pumping post-my-orgasm was gone, and replaced with a calming feeling of our intense connection. It was as if I somehow stole his orgasm and made it mine, but the look on his face, the look of pure bliss, told me he was more than satisfied.
He took a deep breath, his chest rising high before he lifted his head and smiled down at me. “That felt so good,” he said, his voice a little shaky.
I huffed and agreed, “So good.”
He sat up slowly, reaching down for his cock as he slowly pulled out. Something felt different, and I instinctively sat up on my elbows to see his thumb holding the rubber band base of the condom as he pulled the mostly bare cock and shredded pieces of the remaining condom slipped from my hole. Panic instantly set in. “Oh shit,” I looked up at him in shock.
He sat back on the heels of his feet, cum and lube coated deflating cock dangling between his spread thighs. He shrugged, “I warned ya.”
“I know, but…I didn’t even feel it break,” I said, feeling my hole and the wet, slick mess that was inside and leaking out of it. I didn’t know how to feel about it. It was such a good fuck, but…shit, this is bad…right?
He shook his head, “You wouldn’t feel it snap like a balloon; it’s more of a gradual failure.” His body was glistening with my cum on his chest as he continued to take deep breaths. “But…fuck, you can definitely feel it when it’s not in the way anymore,” he chuckled.
I bit my upper lip, then asked, “Did you know it broke?”
He wiped sweat from his eyes, nodding his head, “Yeah,” he almost chuckled as if it was a dumb question.
“You didn’t say anything?” I felt my heart start to race.
He shook his head, “You said you wanted it either way. I thought you could feel it too. You started moaning as soon as I felt it go a few pumps in.”
“A few pumps in?” I was shocked.
He nodded and grinned, “Felt good though, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, but…Am I going to be ok?” I felt on the verge of a panic attack.
He chuckled, “Yeah, you’re not pregnant,” he shrugged.
“I mean…disease and stuff,” I frowned.
He nodded, “Don’t worry, I don’t have anything and get tested regularly. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have cum inside you.”
I looked at him disbelievingly, but also knew I couldn’t unspill this milk. “I guess it was the wrong lube,” I said, still not understanding the difference.
He chuckled and got off the bed, “Want to take a shower?”
I nodded and let him pull me off the bed. Feeling his cum leaking out of my ass and dripping down my leg, I walked to the bathroom with him. I felt…different. Not good or bad, just different. Almost the same way I felt when I lost my virginity to a strange man that I never saw again.
I took a shower with him, just washing up, nothing sexual. I let him wash me, trying to let the concern for what his load deep in my guts was doing to me, letting the negative thoughts wash away as well.
He offered to let me spend the night, but I had my stuff at the hostel and needed to be there to say goodbye to my new friends before they flew out in the early morning, so I declined and left.
Thankfully, he was being honest about his clean bill of health, and I was able to jerk off to the memory of him shooting inside me for the next couple of months while home, living under my parents' no-sex roof. Telling myself I’ll never let a guy cum inside me like that again, but fuck, it felt good. Every time I stroked myself off, I remembered more and more details of how it felt, thinking I knew exactly when the condom failed and when it was his skin on my skin, and the memory of his hot cum blasting inside me. It got me through a lot of lonely nights until I could start having sex with guys again in college.
