He met me at the door, slapping his hand over my shoulder, "Buddy, come on in; the game's about to start. I'm glad you could make it...been looking forward to our game night."
"What're you drinking, there?"
I held up a 6-pack, I had in my hand. "I know you'll like this."
"Excellent!"
"Timing's spot-on...the pizza just came...lets go open a couple beers and grab some."
The game was just starting and we flopped in front of the TV.
The game went into overtime...we had a great Boy's Night; it gave us some time to knock back a few beers and talk. We even decided on a road-trip to check out a game in Chicago...there were still a few tickets...so we bought them during a commercial. "So...we got 3...It'd be cool, if Tara wants to go but, if not, we'd do a guy's weekend."
"Oh, I'm sure she won't want to miss out...but a guy's weekend works, too...cool. That area by the arena is lined with bars and restaurants. Tina and I saw the Stones there...it was wild."
We went into the kitchen with empties and I started the dishes. "Rob, thanks for helping clean...I try to keep things caught up so Tara doesn't come back to a trashed house."
"Dude, I know what you mean; I try to be a thoughtful husband and do the same, when she's out of town. Sometimes, it all happens right before I pick her up at the airport...but I do get it done."
He laughs, "Same fucking thing here."
He cranked some music and took out the recycling, while I finished the dishes. I heard him come back in and take a picture with his phone. "Just taking a picture of you doing dishes...gonna text the wife, to show that we're not just fuckin' around."
"We should send her some of this," and I dropped my shorts to moon him. Bryan laughed hysterically and took the picture.
"Wait, even better...send her this!" I turned and stroked for him till it pointed outward a little. He took a few pictures and laughed.
"Even better...what about this?" I was already hard (it really doesn't take much) and I hung a dish towel over it, like a towel bar.
We should text, "Really HARD at work...wish you were here...no, no...wish you were here to help with this."
"Fucking, brilliant...that's perfect...she'll love that!"
I pulled my shorts back up and went back to the dishes. I felt him come up behind me and rub his hand over my ass...his arms wrapped over my chest and he pressed his body against mine. His hands roamed from my chest, down over my abs...and eventually my dick, "You know...I think we really need to finish this shit and have some fun."
"Yes we do!" as I turned and he continued kneading the muscle in my chest and shoulders. Lifting my shirt off, he sucked at my nipples and trailed kisses over my abs, "Fuck...you got one hot fucking body!"
I smiled...closed my eyes and felt his hands tug at my shorts.
"Fuck, man! Let me help you with those shorts." He grabbed me and played with it, pushing it against my belly and watching it spring back into place. Stroking, caressing and groping, he licked and flicked his tongue all over the tip. My balls hung low and he cupped them with the palm of his hand, "Even your fucking balls are somethin' to admire, dude...they're smooth and heavy...they look full."
"It's been a couple days...they need draining...can you do that...drain me?"
"I'm always game, dude!" He held them between his lips, sucking up salty man-sweat, before raising up to say, "That...that's fucking dessert!"
He squeezed my dick a little and rubbed his hand up over the length, grasping tight to where he could feel the warmth...the life, pulsing through. He dropped to his knees, "Been thinking about this all day...I want ya to blow over my face, dude."
"Mmmmm...you need a little Robbie juice?"
"Fuck yea!"
I replied, "It's yours, buddy," as he took it in his mouth, repeatedly plunging and pumping deep...he was hungry for cock. He jumped up and grabbed the lube...it was sitting next to the pizza box (of course...you always keep lube in the kitchen). I guess he grabbed it when I was focused on the dishes. We stripped his clothes off and he rubbed lube over my dick. He started slowly, sensuously stroking his hand up and down. I was rock-hard and dripping with lube; it was bright with a wet sheen...his focus was fixed on every detail, every ripple, as he worked his hand over its length. It always feels amazing to have him so devoted, and attentive; he was 100% focused on my pleasure...nothing else.
"Cum for me, dude...cum for me...want that load...wanna feel it all over...me! Shoot it on meeeee!"
His hand glided, faster and faster over the oiled shaft and I added momentum by humping into his hand. "Mmmmm...fuckkkkk, that's nice...fucccckkk! Jus...keep that up...fuckkkkkk...uhhhh...uhhhh...mmmmmmmmmm!"
"Fuckkkk...gonna make me...cummmm...Bryan...fuck..."
He held it with both hands and sprayed cum over his face...his mouth was wide open to catch it but it trickled down his face. He pumped a couple times to finish, before smearing his face with my dick. Satisfied with his facial, he grabbed it with his mouth and sucked out the tail end.
Coming back from a numbing orgasm, I regained my senses and looked down. His face was glazed with seed and I spread some over his chest. Hardening under my touch, my fingers grabbed his nipples; I felt the smoothness of that firm, hairless chest...the young muscle beneath. My heart raced when I felt his hands roaming over me, again; there was this intense desire to touch and feel more of each other. It was impossible to suppress...we both wanted more...and more.
"Fuck...fuck...that was good! It's your turn, now...what do you need?" I guess I half expected him to break down and go all the way, but he didn't. I knew he was really close to going bottom, in our relationship. Tara (and I) were both supportive of whatever path he took. As a bisexual male, I understand the magnitude of it all. I prefer to be a top but I've had countless toys up my ass...and a few cocks. I get it. I really do get it....it impacts your whole identity...but it is just an act of sex...passionate sex. And...if it doesn't work...no problem. Fuck...you don't have to do it again. Anyway...I was sort of relieved when we resolved the mystery, in the bedroom. We groped and kissed over each other's bodies for a long while and worked our way to the bed. I moaned, "I fucking crave the heat of your body...that muscle...that hardness...fuck!"
"Same here, dude...love yer fuckin' body, too...T and I, both love it. We fuckin' masturbate with you on the big screen, sometimes...yer hot to watch...it always leads to great sex...and we call to see if you can come play."
Holding a vibrator in one hand and his cock in the other, he said, "I want you to suck me and use this...in my ass!"
I immediately went to work on that beautiful cock, while he lubed the toy. "But, let me get this thing ready...it'll feel good...in my ass."
"Aaaahh that's perfect...suck it like...that...fuckkkk."
When he handed it to me, he fell onto the bed, propped his ass on a pillow and spread his cheeks. He'd done this before...knew the perfect position. I rubbed it over his puckered hole and slowly worked it inward; he was super tight and groaned when it finally popped through. I gradually worked deeper by stroking slowly, in and out. He spread his legs to give me room and I went back to work on his dick. It felt solid and red hot, as it slid through my lips. The vibrator was tight in his ass, but I was able to wiggle it around as I worked his dick. The more I focused on that vibrator, the better it seemed to make him feel; he was moaning louder and asking for more, "Fuck, that's what I...want...that's it, Rob...fuck me...fuck me! Yesssssss...that's it duuuude...fuck me...fuck me...deeeeepppp...fuck me deep!"
I was only able to do it for a few minutes before I felt him jerking...it was wild and uncontrolled. He screamed, "Fuck me! God damn...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me! Yer making me cummmm...cumming....uhhhh....uhhhh...yesssss...yessss!"
Shoving the vibrator deep, as far as it would go, I sat back to stroke him through the orgasm. At that moment I felt my cock twitch, as I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to be deep inside that ass. He knows I'm ready, when he is. The heat...the pleasure inside that tight, hole must be incredible. Anyway, I just watched cum spray out over his belly...and let him finish. I'll wait till he's ready...I can wait. I hope to be there when he's ready...fuck...that ass has to be amazing.
Stroking his dick...fucking with a toy and day-dreaming...I was all hard, again. He looked over, "Dude, you need something more...yer rock hard!"
"I know...I know...I was thinking about things...and it got me horny." I wanted to tell him what I was thinking, but I felt like it might push or pressure him. We were friends...lovers... and I didn't want to force him into some kind of decision. I wanted that hot little ass so bad, but I guess I wanted him to have the space he needed...let things happen when he's comfortable.
